I had tried not to look too much the businessman; morethe boyfriend, as I guessed there would be people spying on me as I wentto Tiffany's house.Tiffa...y met me at the door and looked fantastic. She had gone for a whiteblouse, bright blue, knee-length skirt, and white heels and hosiery."You look nice," I said. "That is a great outfit." Thanks; do you want me to wear it to the office on Monday?" Perhaps not on Monday; maybe another day, once you are settled in." Yes; good idea. Please, come. Then I placed my hand on her left boob, and started pressing it. She moaned “oh yes, oh yes, press it hard baby”. I started pressing them harder, and her moaning would even get more sexier. She kept saying “Yes love, press them harder”. Then I tore apart her t-shirt and threw it apart. She stood up and sat on my lap facing me. We French kissed for almost 8-10 minutes with our tongue playing. Then I started licking her boobs and playing with her nipples. With every step she got more bold. She. Suddenly out of the corner of her eye she saw the remote on a table to her left. Memories of being chased around the house by the maid, the capitulation, the dropping of the remote and watching it tumble out of her grasp flooded back to her. She knew that somehow the remote controlled one or other of them, and whoever held the remote had the upper hand. This was the moment she had been waiting for, this was her opportunity to seize control and regain her life. She dared not move a muscle. She. However, fate would not oblige, as she ran into the boy in the school's main lobby. Deciding that any attempt at evasion would be useless, she decided to see what he had to say. Almost sick with worry, Chloe responded with a weak 'hi' to his greeting."Hey, I thought you might want these," he said, handing her a few sheets of slightly crumpled note-paper. Chloe took then, afraid of what they might be. She looked and saw they were a series of short hand writing notations."These are my notes from.