‘I don’t know what had you do down in the dumps,’ her mother said. ‘but you do seem better now. Mr. Sanders must be very good at what he does,...if he could make such a change in you in such a short time.’ ‘Yeah, Mr. Sanders is a really neat guy,’ Cynthia said. ‘If you knew how good he really is, and at what, you’d have a bird!’ she thought. Cynthia didn’t know it, but she wouldn’t be seeing Mr. Sanders in school that day because he wasn’t going to be in school. The school’s new work-study. "Come to think of it, I think I may have figured out a new job positionfor you," she said.***Jane crumples to the floor, curling into a fetal position, Sobsracking her throat. Shivering as the adrenaline works its way from hersystem. Mewling softly, "I don't want to be an agent anymore..." shewhispered.***Miss leaned down and helped her up. "Not an agent. Not at all. Stay righthere and I'll be back in a moment."Running up the stairs to her office Miss grabbed a small thin collar andran back. I repeatedly showed my bulge to her but she kept quiet. I got frustrated and I was about to ask her to come and please me when the telephone rang, and I had to attend the call following which I had to attend to some stock details. So I told G to go away and my attention was diverted to the stock position. But I took a resolve that somehow I will find a way of touching them and to fuck them if they will co-operate for that.Later in the evening when they were to leave the godown I told them “From. .this will really help as I plan a lot of movement. I pop on the ridiculously high heels I have - I cant walk in them but they are totally fuck me high heels and my boy loves when they appear.I move into the kitchen finishing my glass of wine and move to the table, pulling out two chairs. I sit in one and put one leg on the other...already I can feel a tingle of anticipation in my pussy (dressing up turns me on, let alone what it leads to). I start rubbing my nipples and teasing my clit. .