The office looked ... like a law office. Lots of wood and shelves and books. Thick carpet such that half of a shoe sole was swallowed by its loft, and...big, comfortable chairs, wood and leather, the smell of the leather very prominent. And Alexander Barton just looked like a lawyer. Actually, he looked distinguished enough to be called a solicitor or barrister, things I’d read about in a novel one time.“Since you’ve brought Ms. Callahan in with you, I assume you’re comfortable with her hearing. She wore her hair in an expensive hairdo of long fluffy curls that billowed down around her shoulders, an unusual but stunning style. Laura caught glimpses of her legs whenever possible, but she wore longish skirts that came halfway down her calf.Oh well, Laura thought. She sure is beautiful, but it seems that sex, not to mention love, is pretty far down on her list. Let alone sex with a white lesbian. I just wish it wasn't so hard to sit across the table from her knowing how much I'd like to. One sacred date for my parents and especially dad was every Sunday. We went to church to attend the mass and we never missed a mass in my youth. So we lead a pious life and even though we weren’t rich we were able to get by in our modest life in the village.A few months after my fifth birthday I remember that a gas leak accident in the monastery lead to the tragic death of our elderly bishop in the village. I still remember that dad and mom were very upset as was the whole village. The priest. I'd been so excited and so horny the last week I could have probably been jerking off 10 times a day. Of course last week she hit me the bombshell that I wasn't aloud to touch myself until I saw her. It had almost been unbearable my mind was almost always on what she be doing to me next week and I was almost always aroused and unable to relieve myself. My mistress has also told me I should stay completely naked while in my flat at all times. It was hard enough getting things done without my.