" Tina got out and followed them at a distance. She certainly didn't want to wait in the car. Not in that neighborhood.They climbed the stairs past th... entrance gate to his door. He fumbled with his keys, possibly indicating his lack of sobriety, and finally opened it.The man's place was a dump. It reeked of old socks, and a stopped up sink, and all manner of cheap living. The rooms were filled with papers, and magazines, mostly dirty, and empty beer cans and wine cooler bottles."Uh, the maid,. I would like you to be here when he arrives.”“Of course, dear. Any idea what he wants to see you about?”“Not a clue.”“Well it can’t be anything bad or they would have just sent a letter.”Professor Rogers for a man of 53 was very fit and quite distinguished-looking. He always looked forward to running the 25.4 mile Boston Marathon. He once told me the only time he did not finish was on April 15, 2013. It broke his heart to see what happened that day. Bystanders and runners were cut down and. Even with the lights out in the bathroom, I could see a faint shadow behind the curtains. I leaned against the shower wall, legs slightly parted, hands at my hips and my long hair strewn over my shoulders -- an open invitation. Again, the walls, the air -- all of the environment, it screamed and strained at the instinct to get away. Escape and save myself.But something else, again, held me in place. The curtains barely shifted as I felt a hand on my hip, and a cool, metallic, sharp object. I grabbed her forcibly with both hands drew her to me and kissed her almost viciously, making her wince as my teeth bit her lower lip making her moan and my hands covered her superb big ass in my hands and squeezed the soft globes authoritatively. Both these actions made her lose some of her reasoning and her mind give way to abandon, but not quite. She started to say something in protest but did not succeed as my hands grabbed her soft tits and squeezed them, and I dropped my head to the soft.