. what if she develops feelings for me?" I would hope that she will. I am almost certain that she has them already. Will you give it some thought?" I ...on't know how I can have dinner with her without blushing but I will think about it."He was changed by now and they returned downstairs. Little Bobby was already sitting at the table with his nanny watching him, and Cilla joined them shortly after still intently studying the pattern of the floor boards. Once Miss Bennett had served the soup, Rose. She lay across a table, holding my head between her legs. Her soft lips parted, taking my eager tongue deep into her pink pussy. She tasted divine; sweet and tangy at the same time, so wet. My hands were suddenly under her butt, lifting and spreading her cheeks; my tongue slid downwards performing a figure of eight around her butt hole and then back up to her clit, hovering between her lips on each circuit.I knew deep down that all her reactions were programmed for my pleasure, not hers, but. Let me take you.”The shower knob groaned with a rusty screech when Mallory turned it on. She dragged a cheap plastic and metal blue school chair into the stall and removed Daphne’s towel.“MALLORY!” Daphne’s howled echoed in the empty shared bathroom. “MALLORY, THAT’S FUCKING COLD!” She sat in the chair, shivering, protecting her sensitive parts from the frigid cascade as best she could.Mallory turned back from hanging the towel to fumble with the dial until the blasting frost warmed. A. .. !!"No I don't, but I do recognise talent and I have an eye for what sells." An honest answer, I wondered if I'd misjudged her... ?"And what does sell here?" After all, I needed to either sell my work or get a job, and soon."Why don't we just cut to the chase?" Her eyes flicked to my satchel, "you seem to have some of your work with you, let me see and I'll give you my opinion, unlike that sketch pad, my opinion is free." Hmm, maybe she does think I'm a thief?Nothing ventured etc, "Ok, thank.