. !!”“Excellent... !!” She actually smiled, an open honest smile. “Your interview was hot, but it didn’t show a fraction of just how good yo... are.” She let go of my shoulders and patted my hip. “You did real good with Prince, now go train your new bitch.”“How... ??”“Cameras, they see it all, security keep me posted on things I should see.”I almost blushed, almost. “I should apologise for swearing at you...”“No, you were protecting your bitch. No apology necessary.”We left the room together, but. We collected 10 hunting knives (blades longer than 4 inches) and three handguns. Since this was a trial run, I collected their drivers licenses and told them they could pick them up after class. I did not know for sure what the policy of this college was, but I was pretty sure those items were banned.I called the DHS guys to have them run the serial numbers on the guns and to see if they stolen or registered to the students or their parents. If they were registered to other individuals, it. Next day i watched her come from my window n quickly changed into shorts wit out undies, she came n started her work i went n sat on the dining table in such direction so tat she can c my lower limb i was having a massive hard on n my cock was oozing precum she cleaning the floor n came near the table my cock was out from the sides of my shorts n was throbbing ,she saw it i guess n had tat same harami smile on her face my heart was beating very fast think of all this,i did’nt do anything for. It was a pleasant sunny afternoon and we lingered. When I asked our guide if we might see the interior of his cottage he was quite amenable. It was a charming and neat little place with gilt-framed oleographs of ships in storms with inky-black clouds.A portrait which interested me more stood above the mantlepiece and showed a grain ship wrecked in a terrible winter gale. Its title was: "The Wreck of the Horstfels at Worthingthorpe, 13 December 1938." I asked our guide for more details if he had.