But her eyes don’t hold the same mischievous glint I’ve come to associate with them. It’s her eyes that show just how exhausted she is. The same...sadness I saw in the parking garage yesterday is resting just under the surface of her stoic face.“I’m a little confused. Why would an RFP for Ellison be sent to this office?” I ask.“Technically it wasn’t,” Michelle says. “It was sent to our west coast development team since our offices have the largest technology practice. Lauren and I came together. Mel opened the door to his knock and smiled at his curtsey and goodmorning greeting. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied as she stood backout of the way so he could enter. She waited while he dropped hisdiaper bag and purse in their usual place under the table by the doorand then she took the plastic bag full of empty bottles from him. As hestood there, she looked him over carefully. He looked... fine. But... butthere was just something different today. Something a bit... duller. . I was operating on residual adrenalin energy, happy that I had a couple of revenue producing jobs to begin my new career."Do you mind if you stay my place, Stan? I've got an extra bedroom and the rent's cheap. Breakfast is served too," she said with a sly look."Oh ... Sue ... I couldn't do that. I mean..." I didn't know what I meant at that moment. She had caught me completely off guard."Relax, Stan. I couldn't get a reservation at the Holiday Inn, so I decided you could stay with me. I'm a. He tried to shout please, but wasprevented by the gag.The three ladies meanwhile had, after satisfying theirlust of each other, got dressed and prepared to leave.Aunt Cecilia showed them out.She slowly walked back intothe room where her nephew was panting through his nose,his cock still hard between his legs.She looked at it with her stern librarians expression,she took hold of his sore red gland with her fingers andto his surprise knelt down between his legs, putting herface close to examine.