''Why don't you fuck off old lady! I ain't paying no book fines you hear!' He turned on his heels and walked out leaving poor Patricia sobbing.'Well, ... never!' Catherine O'Shea was almost fifty five but often seemed older with her fastidious ways and her old fashioned clothes and her grey hair in a bun, spectacles gleaming with an air of quiet efficiency. She had been the chief librarian at the school for almost twenty years. A competent language expert and librarian - a real quiet type.She. I did okay until I heard Debbie's passionate cries, "Yeah, fuck me!" she moaned out. "Fill me!" Inside my panties, I felt my six inch cock swelling. Life had just changed for the better.I cleaned the kitchen, dining room and living room. I washed every glass, serving platter and even wrapped the leftovers for Mindy to enjoy later. With my work done, I didn't know what else to do. I sat on her couch, listened to the moans of pleasure still filtering out from the bedroom and tried not to touch my. Mr. Carmichael e-mailed me and asked me to fax him a copy.” I raised my eyebrows at this knowing that Ben Carmichael had the bid papers. I handed them to him myself as he was leaving the building to catch his flight. “Put the papers back down on that desk young lady,” I said with a stern voice. She immediately complied. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra under that white shirt and her nipples were poking at the fabric. I walked into the office closing the door behind me and straight up to her.. Every stud needs a little down time. I'm really proud of myself, given the way it has worked out.It seems that Debbie was very interested in Pilate's, yoga and meditation. Dr. Claiborne had contacts in India, so she made sure that Debbie was also learning about the Kama Sutra and advanced sexual techniques. That way she could teach her sisters and cousins when she got back. Debbie was receiving advanced meditational and sexual instructions by several beautiful Indian trainers who taught her.