The librarian fetched a flat plate from the bottom of a shelf, wiped the already perfectly clean plate on both sides with a thin white towel, and insp...cted the towel. ‘The fight against dust is hard and eternal,’ he said. ‘You seem to be on the winning side,’ commented Zoa, who hadn’t seen a speck of dust anywhere in the library. ‘We never relent,’ said the librarian, took his plate to a shelf and pushed it under a gold sheet. He carried both to Zoa’s table, pushed it into the glassbox, and. " Phew," I muttered. "Hope that's true for me then."She nodded but didn't say anything. I guessed she was trying to work out what to say next. She obviously had something she thought I needed to know."Look," she said eventually. "Harper is an arse. An arse of the first degree. And you need to know that." I thought that of Wilkerson. But I've subsequently been told different." Wilkerson. That was his name. Yeah. Wilkerson." She took a deep breath. "Everything Wilkerson said in that first meeting. The chap had been busy with his tape and came up with a pair of trousers. "OK. Off with the jacket, go in there, and put on the pants. Roll up the bottoms and they'll mark them."Charlie disappeared and the chap looked at me. "Yank cattleman. Seeing the consul and the CSIRO on Monday and was wearing jeans and a cowboy hat."He laughed. "I'm sure you'll get him more suitable clothes, sir." Right. I thought some shirts, a tie or two, and footwear." Might I suggest, sir. With that suit, a blue shirt. Again for some reason I made no attempt to move away from this situation as Mr Stevens then gently started to stoke my hair. Quietly he then said it’s ok Lisa, I’ll look after you now and with that he leant up against his desk.Leaning back a little he unfastened his zipper and pulled out his now very erect cock. Mr Stevens then took my hand again and placed it around his oversized member. I started to instinctively stroke up and down in a slow rhythmic motion. That’s a good girl he said as I.