"OK who are you? Describe yourself." Fiona floundered and snorted, dismissing the girl with her hands. "OK. Female. Teenager. English. Cumbrian. Blond... hair. Like those things 'bout you?" I guess." Yes or no?" Yes," Fiona admitted."Determined. Like that?" Fiona nodded. "Middle class. Like that?" Yeah," she eventually snorted."Greg's girlfriend. Like that?" Course." Sexually active?" Certainly." So what is there, that you don't like about yourself?"Fiona shrugged. "Not much, I guess." Then why. ’ I respond.He starts laughing and I grab him by his neck and press my lips against his. He lets out a gasp and pulls me closer. I slid my hand slowly up his shirt and feel his yummy abs tremble at my touch. Erica passes us to use the bathroom and smacks my ass, the bitch she knows that turns me on. As I continue to make out I feel a hand on my ass. I turn around and see Steve standing there in his boxers with a firm grip on my behind.‘What the fuck do you think you are doing?’ I exclaim.‘I. 'Bedroom. Now.' he said, dangerously low.I knew better than to push him. The look in his eyes already told me I was in trouble.I made my way to the bedroom and saw my cuffs lying on the bed. I picked them up, stroking the soft leather until he came up behind me. I curled into the warmth of his chest as he fastened them snugly on my wrists. Once they were on, I bent over the bed, ass on display.'Oh no, baby. Not there. Middle of the room.'Shit - he WAS mad. I made my way under our hard point in. Brady a perfunctory once over as he looked in her purse and then opened her briefcase. I noticed she held an oversized textbook under her arm. Innocent enough for a librarian I suppose and the security guard must have thought so as well as he didn’t bother to inspect the textbook beyond a cursory glance at the cover.As the lady had access to the one room to all the rare books I wondered if I had just stumbled on to how Mrs. Brady stole the place blind. The librarian had access to the rare books.