McGuire did his undergraduate work here and then moved to the United States specifically to study under Heinrich a dozen years ago. You pursue the pur...uer. Good hunting, Mrs. Allen.”Rebecca left his office somewhat bemused and even a bit confused. Mrs. Weed met her outside the door and took her directly to Waverly train station.“I packed your bag with everything you should need and expect you to return to me before you return to the United States, dearie,” the old woman said.“It’s all happening. Her boots are pointed at the toes and the heels give her six inches of height; the black leather boots rise to the top of her thighs and allow one band of lace from her stockings to show through. She is wearing her corset, laced at the back with criss-crossing ribbon and zipped up the front. Her considerable breasts flow from the top like they long to escape, her cleavage screams out to be caressed. Her curls hang down her shoulders, her eyes beckon to him. “Nice... I like this surprise.” . ” He said. As soon as you walked in you could see the entire city from his desk. He had the most impressive corner office I had ever seen. Well I guess I had only seen one in real life, but I had googled a lot and this one was my favorite. He sat behind his desk with the city to his back. He was so sexy how focused he was whenever he was behind that desk. “Here you are sir.” I said as I walked to the other side of the desk. I placed the food to his side and bend down on the desk way more than. I nearly got caught out one weekend when he texted me that he was on the train and coming down to stay the weekend with me. The first thing that went through my head was ‘what the fuck! No.’ it was a Friday evening and I had arranged a quiet weekend at home. In truth, I had arranged an unquiet weekend at one of the BDSM clubs close to where I live. I couldn’t wait to turn up there in my leather gear and get paddled. I craved it. I was already dressed in the basque when his text came through..