I know this is crass, but I came for the meeting not the meal." I'm sure that I reinforced their opinion of me as lower than low class white trash. No...hing I could possibly do would change that opinion, so why bother trying. So much for finesse, I thought.I removed the envelop from my purse. "Inside this folder are the complete school records of a young woman. I would like very much to see her attend your academy. Her admission will come with a donation to the school's general fund of $200,000.. A woman got out of the car in front of me , smiled, shook my hand and introduced herself. I was being shown the house by Maggie, a local real estate broker. Maggie was average height, with a full, rubenesque figure. And had shoulder length, bright red hair. She was wearing a white blouse, buttoned almost to her neck, a black , knee length skirt, and a matching blazer. Very professional, but very personable at the same time. Maggie unlocked the front door, and, gentleman that I am, I let her in. My stomach was spinning as I smiled and nodded agreement that I wanted a cup. 10 minutes later he sauntered into my office with two cups. We chatted about work and what was planned for the evening for 10 or 15 minutes. I tried to remain calm but all I could think about was the pair of soiled knickers in my drawer. Just as he finished his coffee he grinned and asked, “Did you like my little present?” I instantly blushed but nodded in the affirmative.“I wanked off into them three times. "We can't do this, we can't," she stammered. Her struggling was becoming less intense now and Chuck had her other breast in his mouth. Her protests were being ignored as the grip on her arms loosened. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, leaning back against the kitchen counter."Please, stop," she said weakly.I can't really describe how I felt, watching this unfold in front of me. I was fighting mad and ready to kill. These guys had come into my house and had forced themselves on my.