She was fiftyish, very stylish, elegant, friendly, but not outgoing in any discernable way. She had been living in her apartment years before our arri...al. She had a distinct German accent, although I understood that she had been born in Hungary, and preferred to be labelled "Austro-Hungarian", possibly due to some royal lineage.Her apartment was lavishly decorated, with many beautiful artworks exhibited, to augment the obviously very expensive articles of furniture. She always dressed. He doesn't want to appear as one of them," Carol noted."That's the impression I got as well," Ms. Pennyworth said."Did I miss something?" Susan asked."That picture! The one behind Helen. He kept looking at it," Carol said."I saw that to. Some of the others as well, but I'm not sure I saw anyenthusiasm in his face," Susan noted."Curiosity?" Helen noted as a question."Definitely curious," Carol added."But is he curious enough," Susan asked."I'd say definitely," Carol and Helen said at the same. ’ He whispered in her ear. Cassidy looked up and into his eyes. She saw gentleness, passion, and heat all wrapped into one. Randon pushed inside her and groaned when he bottomed out. Cassidy gasped at the feel of him stretching her so deliciously. His forehead came down to rest against hers as he slowly began to move in and out of her amazingly tight and hot body. He didn’t know just how long he could last inside of her. His hands gripped hers above her head, and Cassidy arched her hips to. Plus sometimes calf length leather boots!" "Whoa, a wet dream for a lot of boys, and girls," the hostess chuckled. "So tell me, what other difficulties did you have when you began?" "Well, at first, I felt awkward when I had to work with prisoners mucholder than myself. We have inmates in their teens to their sixties,some I even knew because it's a local prison for the population. Young teen boys seemed easier at first. And when I had to stay and watch the punishm, um, training. I admit.