I looked at her, and realized I hadn't really paid much attention, but that she reminded me of Greg in a lot of ways. They had the same eyes, and thou...h her hair was lighter, their faces were similar, and even their build: both were about 5'8" and rather slender, but her breast over flowed her bra from what I could see. And they had some of the same personality quirks, and there was something the similar about the way they spoke. Well, Cynthia had come down for breakfast, and I surprised. When she entered he shut the door and locked it. He looked at her dress and smiled. "You love to show your body don't you Miss? I can't have you dressing like a slut around our young boys here at school. You must wear a bra a not so tight clothes." she laughed and pulled her top up. "I am wearing a bra Sir. How do you like it? Do you like my big tits? Want to touch them?" She than began removing her top and her bra and stood there in front of him. "Don't be shy. Fill your hands with my. "Boss, fuck me hard!" He groaned. "I want it rough today."Ivan liked it that way sometimes. Hard, deep, fast and as long as I could keep it up. And it didn't seem like one of those 'punish me' fetishes. He just seemed to need that much stimulation sometimes.I figured it would be cruel not to give him what he needs.I rolled him on to his back and started as hard and deep as I could. It was too early for fast, but we'd get to that."Oh fuck yeah, Boss!" Ivan groaned. He was still the loudest one. Ihave also been called handsome but however, my wife ofeighteen years apparently didn’t find me handsomeenough, because she left me a little over a year ago,running off with my partner, Richard, and most of thenegotiables, leaving me with our fifteen-year-olddaughter, Roberta. Needless to say, `Bobbie,’ as everyone calls her, andI were devastated by my wife’s abandonment of herfamily, and even moreso by the discovery that beforeleaving .