’ Florence looked at the butler. She tried to peer around him, but he blocked her vision, ‘Thank the Colonel for me, and tell him I’ll be home a...l weekend.’ She walked back to her car, got in, and sped away. Sorrel’s Room: The morning had started poorly, but seemed to be ending a little better. Ms. Henderson kept talking about cutting up her body parts, but Fletcher had pretty much deflected that. Then Fletcher put some jewelry on her, a ring and a necklace, but he nearly burned her finger off. ” I slowly caressed the back of her thighs, my fingertips stroking, massaging, and teasing ever so slowly and gently. I could feel her breathing begin to draw deeper, and I could feel the heat of her rising from her flesh. But her legs would not move. Brett and the coeds were still obliviously carrying on their own discussion of Something Really Awesome About Brett. I decided to take a bit of a chance, and turned my head toward the room, as if searching the crowd for people I knew. As I craned. I stammered as I continued moving boxes, acutely aware that he was still watching my every movement, meaning my nipples wouldnt go down making me even more self-conscious. At the end of the day Sean apologised again for you know what. Forget about it. I smiled. I dont think I can. He giggled and winked at me, making me blush. The next few weeks fell into a pattern, Sean would work in the office on Monday morning then visit the Agents or customers for a couple of days, coming back to HQ on. Did I switch it off? Imagine HE would be watching me right now behind his Dean-desk in AmsterdamYou can't have all those tasty thoughts and play your pussy without coming hard ... she wipes her squirts from the mirror and continues her actStill imagining Professor Peter is watching her solo-sex show, she spreads her hot sexy swollen love lips wide by both hands to offer him a view"Tasty twatty tease, isn't it, my mighty dear Dean?" she whispers to her twin-s!ster in the mirror, who nods.