You’d answered the ad I’d put on the board in the student center last spring – ‘room for rent, kitchen privileges, three blocks from campus.�... I had thought it would be good to have someone else around this big old house. Someone to keep an eye on things when I was gone. Someone who’d collect the mail. I’d thought to hear someone’s voice down the upstairs hall would do me good – in the apartment in the old servant’s wing now vacant these last ten years. Someone young. Someone who wouldn’t mind. A nasty person. Suzanne was dressed in a short skirt with a bikini top covered by a thin shirt. Walking up to him she gently pushed him back onto his chair. Sitting on the edge of his desk slowly lifting her short skirt she asked “Satisfy this,” showing she wore nothing under the skirt, “then I could be interested in selling if you offer my selling price.” He quickly dropped his trousers and underpants. Standing in semi hardness he just tried to push his prick into Suzanne pussy. Quickly. Broderick“Now Mrs. Broderick there is no need for,” but before the principle finished Mrs. Broderick walked out the door. “Well I guess you two better go back to class,” the principle said in a dejected tone. “We’ll talk about this later.”“What the hell was that about,” Freddy asked Katie as they were out of the principles office.“That my friend is Mrs. Regina Broderick, Jake’s mom/ Head DA, never lost a case/divorcee/ sole sucking bitch,” Katie responded.“Well I guess we are just going to have. Autre chose dont Marc n'avait pas conscience, c'est qu'en essayant d'?trele plus apte possible ? son poste il prenait comme mod?le M?lanie, et queforc?ment, par mim?tisme, il se f?minisait encore plus. Ses gestes secalquaient sur ceux de M?lanie, sa fa?on de r?pondre au t?l?phone imitaitcelle de M?lanie, et il guettait la mani?re de faire de M?lanie pour s'eninspirer.Il n'y avait pas que le travail. M?lanie et Marc devenaient complices,aimaient papoter, parler de s?ries ou d'?missions de t?l?.