I would be in the city. No more running around in the countryside, no more bike rides, no more friends. Prison.I was sent to prison, I thought.The end...of summer was approaching, doomsday was near and my emotions were running high.I was ferocious, "I want to be emancipated! I can live on my own, you won't have anything to do with me!" Nothing worked. September rolled and I started Saint S. in tears, scared and lonely.This all boys Catholic school looked like a prison and might have been at one. I was accompanied by my Executive Personal Assistant. We checked into the Saint Louis Hilton and were unctuously shown to the top floor suite Mary had reserved for me. According to Charlie’s information, Mrs. Plath was in Room 1415, two floors below. I attended the award dinner that evening and enjoyed it very much, thank you. It was a formal affair and I wore a tuxedo. I sat near the head table with several other people I knew from Wharton. Mrs. Plath was quite stunning in a long burgundy. I slowly rocked back and forth, grinding my clit against him as he filled me. I wondered again about him and Mal, although I didn’t voice it. He’d seen Mal fucking me, certainly the tail end of it, so he knew my wetness wasn’t just from my arousal, but he didn’t seem to mind. In all the years I’d known them, neither guy had ever expressed an interest in the same sex, but certainly they seemed easy with each other. I resolved to ask Mal later. They must have done this before.Who the fuck had. " Erica said almost apologizing for her youth."I have wanted to do this to you since you first came in to my work." she said."I am kinda sheltered at home...." She said shyly."I want to see you naked Erica!" I practically begged."Ok." as she began to take off her work clothes. As she slid her shirt off, her tits were spilling out of the top of her little bra. She slowly undid her bra and exposed her perfectly rounded breasts. Her breasts were full and her nipples were hard. Her breasts were.