There was a wall of glass stretching across the inside wall, with more conventional windows on the outside wall showing the street below and the mostl... undeveloped area surrounding it.There were two men there, both occupied with computers on the desks in front of them. There was a third desk that I assumed was Mr. McCoy's."Coffee?" Lloyd asked, pointing at a coffee pot and accessories sitting on a small table near a cluster of casual chairs and small couches."Sure," I agreed, walking towards. That meant that I undoubtedly knew both of them quite well. This was both good and bad. I was inching closer to knowing who had fucked me so well two weeks ago. However, it also meant that I was likely encountering both of them on a regular basis. This meant that I was regularly in the presence of someone who had fucked me to orgasm, and his wife was about to watch him do it again. I was so embarrassed but I did not even know in whose presence I should be embarrassed. I cannot describe the. The freshman plebes would be roused at 6:30 a.m. every weekday (8 a.m. on weekends) by our Junior Mistress leader who had made her way through the 20 foot long underground passageway from our sister sorority next door. No doubt, she would often exchange plans with the Junior Master who was headed to the sorority to start the girl plebes’ morning ritual.We immediately dressed in our supplication outfits of hot pink tank tops and tight mesh shorts which confirmed the presence of our leather. There is no chair in front of my desk. "Wow," I say. "You should decorate it how you want. I thought about putting up a partition to give you privacy, but I'd like to be able to communicate with you for the time being." Thanks, Corinne." Now, come sit with me and we'll talk about today's research assignment." I sit across from her at her desk and she slides me a notebook. "Take notes if you feel so inclined to do so."I open it and look up to make eye contact and listen. Her eyes are dark green..