He wore a casual suit, was extremely professional and knowledgeable, and was probably going to eliminate my job. As we discussed what I did, he asked...some questions about my personal life. It turned out that he had also been a star football player in high school and made the familiar statement, “Growing up is a bitch, ya know.”I replied to him, “Don’t I know it? I have to work like a dog just to live like a dog.”From that point, we hit it off well. He offered to take me out to dinner since. Afterwards Claire put on some clean socks, little white ankle socks with black skull and crossbones. I commented on how much I liked them and told her "Those socks are gonna make my cock hard again". She laughed and said "You're such a dirty boy".We slept together in bed that night, with her wearing only big white fullback cotton briefs and those lovely socks. I awoke the next morning with a raging hardon, I pulled the covers back to look at her panty covered ass and perfect socked feet.I just. " Nice man and a very professional solicitor." I certainly like him. He's very amusing but, as far as I can make out, he never misses a trick." You're right. I've had a number of clients who have used him and he goes through the evidence we provide with a fine tooth comb. It can be embarrassing." How long will you be articled?" asked Becca, slightly ashamed that she had not asked before."Two years." And then?" I'm not entirely sure. My plot is to join a firm at Church Stretton but it will. It would be different when she was kneeling in front of him. She shuddered. Remembering the thin walls of her apartment, she managed to type, "I'd have to whisper." Then buy a good one or I won't be able to hear you." Okay." She sent a smile. "I will." Good girl. Now, about this contract," Gary continued."Yes, Sir," Elaine responded, this time more quickly, trying to keep up with him."Remember it's symbolic. It's a 'statement of intent' rather than a bona fide contract." I understand Sir,".