Greg sighed. He felt sorry for her, she sounded sincere and her eyes gave way to a tint of sadness. “Ok, um..” he thought for a minute. Maybe he c...uld give her some private tutoring. He would hate to see all her talent and intelligence go to waste because she’s having a little overload.“Listen, why don’t I drive you to my house after school today? And then I could teach you more, so that you’ll understand. I know you can do better, Adriana, I just think you need a little help.”She looked. She sent me for lessons on walking and carrying myself and I think it really helps. It's tough on females in the business world. She has been aiming me for this since I started. Today I faced a crisis, and I kicked ass and took names, Miranda's words, not mine. Her other partners were against my coming in, and now they are the ones insisting on my hiring. Bill, this is incredible!!" I said, as proud of myself as Bill was of he.I took my bubbly from Bills hand and offered a toast. "To goals." I. Her fingers, now, were moving down, under the waist band of my satin pants and paused, playing with the coarse hairs that covered my mound until continuing it's journey downwards and finding the entrance to my hot valley and the little button nestling there that she knew would make me feel so happy.I gasped. A sharp breath caused by the shock that ran through my innermost depths as her finger found and began to caress, my clitoris. It was a gasp of pleasure which caused me to press my head back. She hadn't eaten that day or the previous one and she was famished. Had she had the denarii, she would have gladly paid for the fruit. But the shopkeeper who owned her had turned her out into the streets days ago with nothing save the rags on her back. She had given herself to men for the few bites of food since, but she had no one to feed her now and so she did what she had to.She had been brought before the magistrate and sentenced to the Coliseum – whores and thieves were of no value except.