No." Do you mean to tell me you're a virgin?" Sure, aren't you?" No, I'm not. Not for a long time now." You're not!? But you're not married. Did you g...t divorced?" No, I've never been married." Then how could you have sex?" I just did." But why?" For enjoyment!" You mean you liked it?" Of course. It's wonderful. With the right person." And you met the right person?" Yes, several." SEVERAL???" Yes." You mean you've done it more than once?" Yes, hundreds of times." Hundreds?" Yes, Hundreds. Are. Well, it wasn't entirely normal. He had trouble concentrating. He kept staring at my breasts and my pussy which was uncovered when I sat down and my skirt rode up.Becky came in with some paperwork half way through our meeting and almost dropped the papers when she saw my blouse. She stared at my breasts with her mouth open for a moment before she shook her head and regained her composure. She had turned a bright red and after she set the papers in my inbox she stood staring for a few more. On the first page, a stern looking Headmaster, Mr Wackford, welcomes you to the school.‘St Mabyn’s,’ you read ‘was constructed in the 19th century for the education of…’ blah blah ‘…extensive modifications in the 1950s and 70s…’ blah blah ‘…closed for ten years between 1986 and 1996…’ Hmmm… no mention of the reason for the closure: Some unorthodox practices amongst its staff which resulted in a police raid and the arrest of most of the teachers.It was rumoured that after ten years many of the. .. almost too attractive, if you know..." I think we both do," she interrupted, "Dave, while you were out this afternoon I found a key lying behinda chair in the living room. I wondered what it might be for, and thought I'd just try it in the door of thespare bedroom you keep locked. Because, like you said, you keep all your important papers and yourfather's gun collection in there."He felt a flush of heat climbing his face. He could almost see the redness himself. The spare bedroom.The secure.