.. when we sat down in public you always made me hike my skirt up so that people could see my bare thighs, like the time in the cinema, with your hand...inside my dress feeling my breast while you kissed me. And then when we were sitting together towards the back of a bus, with my skirt right up as usual, and you made me bend down to suck you... And later, the girl, young enough to be my daughter... she arrived wearing only a tightly-belted raincoat with nothing under it and the sort of hat. Not sure if they would be alone or not he smiled at her, then walked her to a seat at the front of the class. Gentle touches were exchanged as he helped her to her seat and placed her name tent on top of her monitor. Not that Jason would have any trouble remembering her name, but it was for appearances sake.For security reasons (mostly to keep computers from sprouting legs) the IT training room was a ten by ten room with no windows and only one door. The door had a card reader lock set to. It was a temptation that DSK should have resisted, because the maid claimed to have been assaulted. He beat the criminal rap, but lost his job, had to pay out a cash settlement and his political aspirations were finished. What happened? I haven’t a clue. Like many no doubt, I had a sense of schadenfreude about the whole thing. Well before today’s confabulation of privilege, there were people like DSK. People born so rich, that they become socialists. So connected that they can’t be. An incredibly sexy scene was on display, where an sex dripping completely nude woman was walking with swinging ass with a small dish in one hand. I had to use great mental control over my senses to stop my hand from touching her swinging ass. My own naked self followed her wonderful ass into the washroom.Once in the bathroom, she told me to rub my penis over her ass and told me to be careful that I should take care that my semen should either fall on the petri dish or the ass but definitely not.