Michael was good at what he did and the portfolios that he managed wereall providing reasonable returns. Stills and Shipley were not known fortheir g...nerosity to their staff, particularly those on the lower peckingorder such as Michael but he made a reasonable living which he subsidisedworking at The Horseshoe Club. The Horseshoe was where Michael wouldlike to work full-time if he could, but there just wasn't enough money tobe made as a performance artist. That was how Michelle saw. It was time to return to her private academy. I didn't pay for it. That was done by her father, or perhaps his family. They were rather well off. I wasn't destitute, of course. I was a fifty year old, full professor of English at my university. My wife, Erica, is an instructor in the same department. Now it was time to say goodbye to Emily. She would be completing her final year at her school. I was rather proud of her. I understood from her mother that she was academically superior. I trusted. "Have a fun night."Turning to mum, I kissed her and let both the other women see my tongue between her teeth, my hand between her legs, fingers prodding gently at the slight swelling of the dildo embedded in her sweet little cunt."See you in the morning," I said softly and taking Belinda by the arm, led her out of the club."It has to be your place." I said, "Is that okay?" Great, I'll direct you."As she got into the car, she had to pull the tight dress up over her thighs and I saw the dark. Honestly I've thought about moving back in with my mom, but I'm not ready for that just yet. Unfortunately I haven't been getting a lot of sex. Although one night, when I got home after a long day of work, I came into my building and went to my apartment. I had to work late so I didn't get home until about 10:00 or so. Walking into the living room I just sat down on the couch, turning on the television I discovered that the cable was out, due to some malfunction with the cable company. “Son of.