Once again I began to daydream about how lovely her voluptuous figure looked in that oldDress. Each time she bent over all I could do was stare and a...mire that enormous plump booty. One Time she caught me looking her body. I don’t know if it was my mind playing tricks or this lady likedThe attention I was giving her. My lustful eyes followed her every move around the small dwelling.I had to admit that if I got the opportunity to undress her I would pound that ass doggy style.I bet I could make. It was an elective that counted for humanities credit. In it, one of the things we learned about was cognitive therapy, where sometimes the therapist parrots what the client has just said. It’s supposed to do two things: Make sure the therapist heard the client right, and make the client think about what she just said. I wondered, just for a few seconds, if Uncle Bob was using cognitive therapy on me.“I’m sorry I teased you last night,” I said. I hadn’t meant to say that. It just came out. “And. I sue to get a good view of her sexy body while working with me. I introduced her to her other people and told them that they will have to ask her for anything before coming to me. Her training period was for 15 days. She was very rude kind of girl to everybody which I got to know from my staff later on. She said that people don’t listen to her. Staff said that she is so new and we have to ask her for everything before coming to me. So everyday she use to spend a lot of time with me. Gradually. "Want to get in line?" No," I said. "How many?"Danielle smiled like a fox in a hen house. "I had seven before she danced. Eleven after."Every man except Keith and I. "Assholes."Danielle's jaw tightened. "Michael, don't get too sweet on that slut 'cause she's gonna be a cum mop when I'm finished with her." She smooched her lips. "Good thing you already got your first kiss in." Listen up," Keith said, making eye contact around the room. "The only thing you're gettin' is a blowjob. You will keep.