The woman suddenly rolled back from Damian, the back of the chair hitting the desk. She stood. With quick, agitated movements, the woman undid her sla...ks, surprising Damian again. ‘Is this what you want?’ Damian shook his head. There was no fear in the woman now, only anger and despair. She slipped off her slacks, taking with them her panties. She sat back on the chair, naked from the waist down, breathing heavily. ‘If you’re here to torment me, do it already.’ Nothing in Damian’s experience. The last thing she wanted to do was touch any part of Jeremy, but this would make the pictures even more damaging. To be in control later, she would also have to handle him more. At first, he tried to flinch away from her fingers, but more threats worked. Despite his own loathing, he hardened quickly from her efforts.It all worked to perfection. Jean had a hard time getting control of herself to take good pictures, but by the time Jerry went critical, she was in better shape. Jerry pulled out. " Short and fat with weird hair, and some odd English accent, he gave off the air of an old time British professor with a condescending and narcissistic attitude. His deep breathing made him sound creepy, like some perverted old lech.All in all there was absolutely nothing attractive about this guy. Sharon didn't even want to be in the same room with him, let alone the same room in an empty school. He closed the door behind him and sat at his desk. He said nothing as he shuffled through some. I tried to get her to talk about herself, just to break the ice, I learned that she was at the local college doing a business course. From reading between the lines I found out that she hadn't got a boyfriend, which was great I thought. Before I left I managed to invite her out for a drink and perhaps a bite to eat. On the doorstep I was smothered with a goodbye hug from her mother and a handshake from my boss. I took Mel to this country pub I knew that do great bar meals. As the evening.