You disappear down the hall and reappear a minute later. I'm unsure what to do now and you find me standing in the living room awkwardly milling aroun....“This isn't going to work if you keep fighting it. I know you like it. You know you like it. Let's just have some fun with it.” you say heading to the kitchen to mix drinks. You return with a glass for me and tell me to stop pacing and sit down. I take a gulp from my drink. “Maybe I should just tell you what to do. That's worked so far.” you say. I get in the first taxi and tell the driver my address. He is a guy in his late 40s maybe early 50s. We make our way and begin chatting and before long it turns into him asking me if I got lucky tonight to which I replied “no not even a blow job “ the pair of us laughed he then says he had got a blow job himself earlier in the night from a woman getting herself out of having to pay for the fair. I replied “do you get that often?” He just looked back and said once or twice a night. I just looked. She came in we sat on couch sharing a cup of coffee. We were chatting about my studies and her job since i m studying architecture and she already is an architect. TV was on and suddenly this hot Advertisement about Condoms was playing i got a hard on quickly same as before i tried to manage it some how then she started laughing. She said "Its Normal, Even i have times like these but they aren't clearly visible to you". I Dared to make a move and started rubbing her thighs over her jeansShe. "Now, do you think I'm using you? You bet I am. I need you to surrender your time and your resources to help me, and I'm not shy about admitting it. Right now I could care less about your other assignments. You can spend some other semester digging quotes out of library books. This'll be more important."Cecilia was dumbfounded. She still could feel the welts from the punishment only two days before. As though none of that had happened, here was Burnside, entrusting her with a very important.