.. Ohmighod, I'm going to cum... Unnnhhhhh..." she groaned as her inner muscles clamped on his fingers, pulsing, milking at them in time to the spasms...of her release.As she subsided in the seat, her warm juices trickling down her thigh to stain the upholstery, she drew back, loked deeply into his eyes and said, as she placed one cool hand on his cheek, "I hope it's not too far to your place? And I hope you don't have a roommate... ?" Not far at all -- I do have a roommate, but he's out of town. He sagged in relief as she answered, "Good morning, handsome. I would be delighted to have a cup. Would you like one as well?" Coffee is foul disgusting stuff that tastes like someone poured boiling water over almost burned beans," I said with a smile. "I'd enjoy some water or juice, if I may."She slid me an empty cup to fill and then turned to pour a glass of orange juice for me."I may have to reconsider," she said as she poured. "I'm not sure the arrangement we are considering will work if I. I was busy in my cooking suddenly I heard her calling me & asking for my help to get some stuff from the top as I have good height. I helped her & she thanked me & asked my name & whether I was new in Kuwait.So luckily our conversation started & then I asked for her name & what does she do, she was working part-time in a hypermarket & her husband was working in a mall as a security head in charge so use to always be busy with his job & not gave much time to her because of which she was very. It beat getting fired, although I still would get beat! the renown art collector had been my student I capriciously ignored his direct order and he was mad at me. Feeling more like a student than an adult I entered the Head’s office where unknown to me awaited my comeuppance. The moment of truth had arrived. I squirmed nervously as I sat in the chair in front of his desk. as I looked around everything from Warhol to Rembrandt to Picasso Art, all which ringed the room. As I was soon to find out.