She found herself kneeling on the table hands helping her skirt off and her bra unclipped and removed. She was down to her suspender belt, black seame... stockings, and black heels. There was no chance of her carrying on her presentation. She was on her knees with her elbows on the desk top, her arse raised into the air, and just a very flimsy, sheer pair of knickers between her and her audience.It wasn’t long before her knickers were pulled down around her knees. And she felt hands all over her. "Bobby?" she said, stopping her hand, but keeping her grip.His breath sighed out in one long exhalation. "I don't believe this is happening."She gave it another stroke. "Well, it IS happening. And it feels... interesting. Do I get to help you or not?"He lifted his head again. Her hand was moving under his shorts. It looked like there was a puppy or something in his shorts, trying to get out. "Why do you want to help me?" he said, his breathing faster now."I don't know. I like you? I'm curious?. It looks like the rich and powerful had their weaknesses too. I didn’t know why but I deemed this worth remembering at the time. I wouldn’t know why until after graduation. I remained friends with Lucas and Jennifer. It soon dawned on me that aside from their wealth and power, they were like any other couple. Lucas had his affairs and Jennifer didn’t like it. He hooked up with a teacher’s assistant named Mildred, a plump redhead. Mildred would often pester me with questions about Lucas. "Maybe twenty minutes." Dani blushed again."I heard you playing the piano last night; it was lovely. You're quite good," I said, pausing to refill both of our coffee cups. "Do you do anything else... like ballet?"Dani's face dropped, and her color drained away."Oh, jeez. I wasn't dancing last night, was I?" she asked. I nodded."You were flying around in here like Natalia Makarova. I was afraid you were going to hurt yourself." It's been years since I had the dancing dream; thanks for helping.