Now they were going to take the opportunity to allow me to follow the career path I wanted. Alex would provide me with a home, pay for my degrees, it ...as assumed I would probably go as far as a doctorate. Then work for him taking the firm forward.I was a bit shell shocked but delighted that the path I wanted to take now seemed practical. As I was laying in bed wearing a thoroughly sexy nighty leant to me by Naomi who was near my size at least round the bust and thought. A knock came on the door. ? Mrs James still said nothing. She sat in her neat suit with its high buttoned jacket and plain straight skirt, her knees and ankles pressed modestly together; her hands clasped in her lap, resting lightly on the pale tan leather gloves that she had removed as she sat down. She bore the neat self assured look of a woman whose life revolved around her career and the workplace. Her hair was short and neatly cut; her makeup simple, her expression at once open, attentive and thoughtful. I was not. Instantly, my number one rule to sit still when riding the wooden pony became an unimaginatively impossible wish rather than even the most remote possibility. The twisting, biting, burning pain in, on and through my clit was not something I could just grit my teeth and endure. The electricity was on and off in some sort of random pattern and intensity. I could not time the pain or its intensity so I had no way to prepare, if that was even possible, for the next pain sensation that would shatter. I repeated to him what I had told her – that I absolutely wouldn’t get involved with her while she was a student, but as soon as she had graduated, I was perfectly fine with the idea. Since we had been fantasizing about this for so long, and never thought it would happen, we weren’t particularly patient. Jeremy waited in the bleachers for the college’s graduation ceremony to be over, and as soon as it was, I made my way through the crowd of graduates and family members to Katie. ‘Oh, hi Sara!’.