He skimmed through every page. He read fast, she noted. "Very good. Do you think you can meet me in my office? Main building, Room 856. I wanna ...iscuss your paper, and your grade." "Yes, Professor Jackson. I'll leave now if that's fine." He glanced at the clock. "Fine. See you soon."___________________________________________________________________________________ Grace was getting more and more nervous by the minute as she sat in the chair in front of his desk. She couldn't. She took his hand and shook it. “I’m Cassandra, but they call me Cassie. I’ve seen you here a lot lately. You always sit by yourself and watch people.” “Yeah, I guess I’m a people person; I like watching busy people.” She put her hands on her hips and smiled down at him. “You like watching some people’s backsides; I’ve caught you staring at mine more than once.” Terry was mortified. “Oh my God, I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend you, Cassie. I’m just fascinated by um…by your um…well, you’re. I told her my age, then she said, well I'm going on 62 and Im a grandmother. I got k**s your age. We pulled up to my house and I asked her to come inside. I took her into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge. She downed the first beer then started on the second one. She said I hope you got more beer as she walked into my living room and sat on the couch. She kicked her shoes off and sat back with her beer in her hand. I walked up to her and had the $10.00 bill in. She did not resist; she was surrendering herself. She was surrendering, but I was her slave, and I know she knew it and reveled in it.I reached for the back of her dress and unzipped her. She shrugged the dress off; it pooled at her ankles. She was indeed braless; and, she was not wearing panties, mystery solved.“Okay sir, I’m naked, how about you,” she said, and she stepped back away from me.I undid my shirt and shrugged out of it as she had her dress. Undoing my pants I let them drop too. My.