’ ——————- I began to realize that, in spite of what she had gone through, Pat had a sort of irrepressible sense of humor that went along...with her quiet, capable manner. I found myself looking forward to working with her as we headed into my office. After introducing Pat to my boss, I filled him in on what I had. Picking up the keys to an unmarked car, I asked Pat, ‘How about a pre interview coffee? We can go over what we need, and decide what strategy we should use. If things develop the way I. She was gently perspiring for carrying the heavy bag two floors up the stairs. Gently wiping her neck with her handkerchief, she revealed her neck line showing her gold mangalsutra. She smiled back at me while catching me stare at her and drank little water. “Where mam has gone sir?” she opened the conversation showing that she is not in hurry to deliver the goods and collect the money and move off. I replied and asked her why she did not bring her son along. She told that he had a match to be. He made up for his lack of attention as she entered hertwenties by giving her an allowance of the equivalent of $30,000 per week touse as she saw fit. With no supervision she explored everything Tokyo had tooffer and soon discovered the world of BDSM. She found that while her tastestended towards women, she could exorcise some of her father's demons by takingher pain out on willing and sometimes unwilling men. Over the years she hada private dungeon built in her Penthouse with virtually every. I'd often found myself sizing-up her body, my eyes moving voraciously up-&-down her petite figure. She often wore soft-colored sweaters that showed off her round, full breasts. She wore at least a C cup, quite large for a woman of her size. She was about 5'5, & probably weighed no more than 115 pounds. I'd instantly taken a liking to her when I began taking her World History class. She was a calm & humorous person, unlikely traits for a teacher.So when she asked me to help her study, I couldn't.