"This is Mrs. Baxter," she said, then added, significantly, "she's from the Board of Governors, and she has a few questions about the, uh, academic en...ironment here." Mrs. Baxter. What a pleasure this is," the boy said, extending a hand.The svelte blonde was nonplussed. The boy looked to be a senior and he was handsome in a kind of bland way, medium tall and kind of gangly. Unlike the female student body he seemed to take the school uniform seriously, and was wearing the regulation jacket, tie. We were way too preoccupied to notice him in the room. In fact, I only became aware of it as I felt his weight on the far side of the bed. My jerk of surprise was calmed by the huge smile on Émile’s face; he raised his body up to meet Robert’s lips and they kissed, Robert spooning me on one side, Émile pressed against me on the other.Right away I felt Robert’s hot hardness against me. He reached around me, taking my cum leaking from Émile’s ass, spreading it on his cock. “Your turn old man”, he. It was soup and sandwich from Cianfrani's. Three hours of wrangling with lawyers, agents and photographers had at least managed to drive Cynthia from my mind. As soon as I saw the Cianfrani logo, our lunch meeting, and everything else, came rushing back. I snarfed the sandwich, gave Helen the soup, and sent for the latest proofs from my new photographer. That gave me another hour of new joy. I almost bit Helen's head off when she brought me the messenger packet. She paused at the door, looking. I had the pleasure of listening her have sex with various guys on a number of occasions. It still didn’t happen often as she often waited until I was out of the apartment (between that and the cleaning she really was a courteous roommate).On the few times she had come home with a guy for sex, I had taken to listening behind my door. I would bring a pillow a lie down at the crack of the door where I could hear them clearly. I would listen to her seduce the guy. I was only 15 feet away from them.