A few awkward minutes passed as Kevin waited. The room was filled with nothing but that quiet hum and the sound of Mrs. Giuliani’s pen scratch acros... the pad of paper. Kevin studied his new boss in more detail. The first thing that struck him about her was her beauty. He had seen beautiful women before – he was married to one, after all – but her high cheekbones and full lips, not to mention her dark, olive complexion and the deep line of cleavage that peaked above the scoop of her neck –. I was barely aware that she was crying, grieving for her mother too. The next morning when I woke, I was less stressed, in a better place. After that she started coming to my room often and I didn’t object. Having her near was as comforting to me as it was for her. From July through September she slept with me occasionally, on top of the blankets, but near October it started getting cooler so one night she woke up and came under the blankets. She was chilled so I pulled her to me to warm. I then lovingly tongue fucked your asshole with your pee spattering all over my nose, squinting eyes and forehead. When you were almost done I fastened my mouth to you and sucked until I had every last drop, enjoying your taste right up to the very last little squirt. After one last lick from your bottom to your top you rolled off me and allowed me to sit up. I looked around, kissed you deeply and said “thank you, you know how much I love that!” and then I asked M&M what they thought. Their. Surrounding me quietly, and listening to the Headwoman intone a prayer, the girls all then scooped some white paste from bowls, spread it on their hands, and proceeded to touch me all over, the cold paste a shock at first, the small tender warm hands reassuring. They spread the gunk all over the parts of me that they could reach, before calling a couple of the boys over to turn me. These boys were familiar to me, but I'd never really seen them like this. The influence of the weed was obvious,.