He wasn't discreet when he ogled me, either. He didn't hide it at all. In fact, he seemed to be daring me to object.I waited nervously for the coffee ...nd served him when it was ready. He sat and sipped his coffee, all the while smiling at me as if he had a secret. Finally he said, "There's no sense putting this off any longer. I guess I might as well lay this all out for you. You already know your position. You stepped into a pile of shit and you're in it up to your ears. You pretty much don't. This was not due to a lack of body confidence. Dr. Anderson had a tall limber frame fron years of long hikes to archeological dig sites, and her b-cup breasts and ass were the better for it, but that was for herself and the occasional boyfriend she managed to avoid pushing away for a few weeks to see, not her staff. She currently was standing over a map of her dig site, reviewing what she knew so far, her long brown hair tied back in a messy bun, to keep it out of her face.Her research had lead. ”“Well, after that little thing with Joyce, I don’t see how you could!”“Just tuck that fantasy away in your head, Steve Adams!”“Done!” I chuckled as we pulled into the driveway at my parents’ house.The five of us hung out playing pool and video games until lunch, and after lunch, we began setting up for the party. I was a bit miffed that it was raining and that the forecast predicted thunderstorms for the afternoon. That meant setting up the grill in the garage once again. We were grilling. She sat next to Kelly, took the girl in her arms and comforted her. Then the woman placed her fingers at a particular position on the nape of Kelly’s neck.Almost immediately she relaxed and went to sleep. Selma got up and seemingly without effort, picked the girl up and carried her up to her bedroom. She removed Kelly’s clothes and looked over her body. Selma winced as she saw the scars that still showed where she had been whipped.She covered the girl and left the room. Returning to the living.