She got up in the morning an hour before me, showered, did her makeup and collated my emails – more on that later. Then, she made breakfast and woke...me up with a cup of hot coffee. Some mornings, I wanted a blowjob, some mornings just coffee. She always delivered. Most important of all, though, she understood her main job, her reason for being there, was sex. She was always available. Her uniform around the house was a simple white pullover dress, low cut, sleeveless, just long enough to cover. Funny, with all else she could be concerned with at this moment, this is what had caught Jill’s attention. ‘If you all will take out your consent forms and syllabus,’ continued Dr. Green in her truly pleasant voice, ‘we can get things started. Please pass the signed consent forms to the aisles and then up to the front. Thanks.’ Backpacks opened and papers rustled as the group followed her instructions. After passing their forms to the side, Jen looked down at the syllabus, with which she was. She then went on to tell him in more detail what he'd signed up for.Firstly, it's not a few days like he'd wrongly assumed. He's starting offwith 2 months - that's 61 days! Plus, if he doesn't do as she tells him,she'll add days onto that. Nate thinks to himself there's no way he couldmanage 61 days; he wasn't sure he could even manage 6. On top of that, toprevent more days being added, she tells him he must A) make her cumevery day and B) do anything she requests. If he fails to make her. The Hero would come here to Crossroads to spend time with his Caretaker, then discuss various missions before choosing one and setting out to accomplish it. One of the Caretaker’s tasks was to gather information on the different missions so that the Hero could make an informed decision, and then gather all possible information on that mission to give her Hero the best chance to succeed. The intelligence available for each stranded Damsel was of a sort that could only be gathered by an advanced.