.” She twirled around and looked at me. “YOU ... BOUGHT MY PAINTINGS?” She practically screamed.I smiled. “All of them. I love them.”KC burs... into tears. “OH, MARK. I LOVE YOU.” A microsecond later, she was in my arms showering my face with kisses. “How could you? You really like them? You didn’t have to do that. I will paint more to give you ... all you want. I’ll give them to you ... you don’t have to pay. Are you really going to leave them up like this ... in your LIVING ROOM? Where did the. "I'm here scouting for some pussy."She blinked. "I'm sorry, what did you say, sir," she asked with some heat."Relax, it's okay. I'm Mark, and its perfectly all right for me to fuck any of the girls here." Oh, yes, of course," she said blushing. "You're going to be ... with our girls. Yes, that's perfectly all right." She knocked over her pen jar. "Oh, dearie. Yes, I'm sorry, I'm a little flustered."I smiled at her, reassuring. "Of course, of course." Who wouldn't be flustered when a man walks. ." She stopped in mid sentence when she saw me, and a half smile came over her face. "I'm still angry, but at least you're trying, I suppose that's something." Eager to please her I suggested I do the dishes right away, then maybe we could go to bed for an hour, I added hopefully. "Weellll, maybe, we'll see. Tell you what, just wear the panties and stockings and this suspender for now." She handed me a black suspender and watched me quietly as I fumbled with the clasp, then struggle to. ”I told her about Deb Summer assigning them to me for special mentoring and advising regarding their career, and that they’d specifically asked for me because of my field of study. I told about how we’d started up at Robotix to give them some real world experience and then ultimately about the snowstorm that marooned us at the house for four nights. I told how the teens had just appeared in my bed that first night, and how I hadn’t resisted. I even confessed to having fallen in love with them.