I say "hey" to him and he answers"Aimee? Never thought I'd see you here. What are you in for?" I sit down on a desk and part my legs a little, just en...ugh to give him a small glance at my panties, teasing him."My outfit was deemed inappropriate" and as I say this, I can't help but notice his staring. He's trying not to but I know he can't help it. He stutters at me"O...oh really? Well I th...think you look very....pretty. But sitting on desks is not allowed. Please take a seat." I giggle"Why?. Not much "good stuff" here. Just setting the next scene. A necessary pause, so to say.It took a full two weeks for Vicky and Candy to recover from their weekend ordeals. During that time, we did not have sex with them. They were allowed to pleasure us with their mouths, when we wanted them to. They were not happy about this. They both asked us to fuck them, in their pussies despite the pain that would cause them. When we refused, they asked us to use their asses, which had not been mangled.. "He's up," I grinned. "Just remember, give us about thirty minutes before you come walking back in here. That should be time enough to have told him about all this," I said once more fidgeting with the envelope, though it was important for me to have those few precious moments to fill Danny in on the slight differences in the story. As much as I hated stretching the truth to the extent that I had, in the long run ... it had worked out a lot better for everyone concerned. Danny might have indeed. Cabot wanted me off balance, hence the young girl motif. On further thought, I decided this was her regular guest room. She was "Grandmother" to all the well bred girls in Boston. This room told me she liked to have them sleep over, when they were ten to twelve years old. If time were not pressing, I could spend a day cataloging and analyzing the furnishings and brick-a-brac.Instead, I changed back into my suit from lunch. It was wrinkled and not hour appropriate, but needs must make do. I.