He would be grateful for being taken out of postwar Germany and given a new life in what to him would be a paradise. It was important, though, that he...be grateful enough to me to open his legs to me on demand. I was a highly sexed man—I had demands.I would pass him off as the son of a sister who went to Germany before the war and was stuck there, assaulted, and died recently, leaving a son. I even had put a photograph of such a woman and boy on my desk at the bank—no one related to me, of. Please. I said, closing my eyes and grasping the desk. Mr. Sullivan grabbed my hips and finally put his cock inside of me. He took it slow at first, but it didnt take long for him to pick up the speed. I was in heaven at this point and apparently moaning a little too loud. Mr. Sullivan pulled my hair and covered my mouth. Do you realize we are in a classroom? Youre moaning so loud they can probably hear you down the hall. He said in half seriousness. The impending danger didnt stop him from. " She leaned over and kissed me. "I knew 'Stardust' and loved your solo on it."She looked at me a little troubled. "Why don't your parents like to hear you play or even hear that you play. Mine would love to come here and listen."I said, "I also play clarinet and played in the high school orchestra and a community group. That was okay but neither of my parents approve of jazz or blues because it's too plebeian. I enjoy the music. Remember, I'm the one driving the ugly truck. They've not been in. ," Carol noted. "What's the occasion?" she asked. "Sarahand I are celebrating our 20th anniversary today," I replied."Congratulations!" Carol said smiling. "Thank you," I replied. "Sarah'staking me out for a meal tonight. I can't wait!" "I hope Sarah knowsthat she's lucky to have you as her husband Andy," Carol said. "I'mpretty sure she does Carol," I replied still smiling. "Right enough chitchat. Let's get to work. I'll have my usual coffee." "Yes ma'am," Ireplied as she headed into her.