”“No investigations, Steve. I told you simply because I knew you’d get a kick out of it.”“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. Just me wonder...ng.”“You wondering has a way of turning into you obsessing.”“Point taken. I won’t.”“Otherwise, how are things with the kids?”“They’re great, really. You know we give the kids a lot of freedom to make their own decisions, and they’re learning to use that freedom responsibly. When the principal called to talk to me, she went out of her way to say that they. Perhaps that was what Italian men did, when in Rome and all that.I turned to the serving hatch, placed my arms and head through to get some more dirty dishes from Harry. As I did, Harry’s boss resumed his bottom rubbing. Harry was standing in front of me; he had witnessed the whole thing. As we made eye contact I simply shrugged my shoulders and made a facial expression of shocked puzzlement, as did Harry.A voice from behind me said, “You have such a beautiful little bottom, Harry is a very. She kissed me hard and deep. I moved to hold her head in my hands, but she pushed them away. She slid down my body, her hands following her lips, and in seconds her fingers were at the waist of my jeans. She didn't just open my belt, but she pulled it out of the loops with a fast, fluid motion and flung it across the room.There was music here too, deep pounding music. Another quick pull popped open the button fly of my jeans; she tugged them down my legs. I lifted my legs with her prodding, and. “Ha. At least you’re honest. Come with me.”I got my bag and followed her outside the room, where all of a sudden she plants a passionate kiss on me. I kiss back. It was a relatively short kiss. She broke it off, biting her lip, and saying this simply:“Meet me in the dance hall. Fuck me, daddy.”Not long after that, in the dance hall…“Mmm, mmm… fuck.”I looked around the dance hall in between kisses from her. I put her against the wall and deeply kissed her with passion. She felt up my rock-hard.