He steps fully in, letting the smile that comes onto his face. Without a word, he approaches the bed, his cock at full hardness. Missy legs are parted...slightly, enough for him to see that little tuft of fur and the tiniest of the pink bellow. There is a mischievous grin on her face to match the teasing.“Did you sleep well, Master?” she purrs.Nodding, Brock climbs onto the end of the bed. His heart is pounding, breathing heavy. His mind is back to last night when she finally submitted to him,. He pushed open the door and went into the block and was greeted by a row of bin lockers with the residents’ numbers daubed on each one. All was grey, from the battleship coloured walls to the concrete floor no one from the council had bothered to tile or carpet. She stood at the top of the first flight of stairs, a forlorn, strangely ghost like figure in a blue hooded top, the hood pulled down to cast her face in shadow, black leggings, and tatty gold sandals. Her toenails were covered in faded. “Well, if you don't mind - I'd really like that.”And with that, it was settled.~~~Emilia's attire would vary each day depending on whether it was one of my hearings that she sat in. If she was typing up for a different judge, she'd wear formal, smart clothes with closed pumps. But if she was working with me, those dresses and revealing shoes would come out again, and I'd spend most of the day ogling her perfect feet.We grew somewhat closer over the next few weeks, only in a friendly capacity.. Maybe you can fit in one of your uncles old ones. You want breakfast?Sure I said. As she made the breakfast she complained about the club and how everyone there was fake and she didn’t like going. But if she didn’t go Jim would bitch about it, so it was just easier to suck it up. After breakfast I helped clean up. Then aunt Kate asked me to come upstairs to try on some suits. We went up to her bedroom and she went into the big walk in closet. She came out with a suit and said to try it.