I am seated at a large, imposing desk, and soon the you are standing across the desk from me, waiting as quickly flip through the thick folder stamped..."Permanent Record", and under that "Doe, John." "Hello Sir" you say, dropping a quick curtsy. You are still dressed in your traveling clothes, a blue apron dress over a white blouse and full petticoat, white hose, and short, blue, buttoned boots.You stand facing me across the expansive desk, worry building on your face as I read aloud a letter. At 6AM the pussy whipped Krauts finally agreed to let her go home. When she was dressed and her make-up repaired, Horst led her to the door and said, We always tip the whores that Goldman Sachs provides us with, so we scrapped together a thousand dollars in appreciation of what a fine job you did on us. With that, he stuffed the bills as far into her mouth as he could get them, then quickly opened the door and kicked her out into the hall with the money sticking out of her mouth. As the door. She told that generation is is very fast now a days and asked me if I have any affairs.Me: lol, so do you have any then ?Neelima: no yaar. No one so far and I have been in a girls school and college all my life.Me: oh what a pity. I think you have missed a lot.Neelima: yeah may be.She was actually said that in a sarcastic way. Later she said.Neelima: I was kidding. I’m fine this way. I’m not looking for any bf right now.Me: oh okay, so what else going in the college?Neelima: same routine. Her feeling safe and warm. Openly giving without reservation is new. Liberating, so free and easy Her body convulsing with another round of noisy bliss as Philip explodes through the door in a near panic. Dropping to his knees and trying to assess her condition mentally. Her would be hero confused because she didn’t appear sick. Not 24 hours of their meeting anyway. He looks her over. Not at all sure what he should do. His body responding to the all too familiar musky scent of passions in.