I do not think it amounted to sadism, for the purpose of the exercise was to train me in submission and obedience,and so meet the deepest needs of man...y women, and not to inflict pain for its own sake. I should understand that women did not require abject slavery but loyalty, obedience and due respect. She did not grudge the time she gave me and my training at her hands never cost me a penny. I was a selected personality whose purpose in life was to get young women to appreciate the meaning of. I offered her a cup of coffee, a glass of water, a soft drink, or even wine, Lynn politely declined, saying she had her water bottle and she was fine. I showed her to the living room and asked her to have a seat and we proceeded to chat for a few minutes. As we talked I noticed she was quite petite, she could not possibly be 30 years old. As we talked further she stated that she had three children. You certainly could have fooled me, she did not look like she had had one child much less be old. I slid my hand up onto her ass, rubbed and squeezed a little, and then slid it further down onto the back of her soft, warm legs. I rubbed her legs and ass for a bit, picturing her boss holding her still, feeling her tits, ass, and cunt while grinding his hard cock against her ass crack. Finally I slid my hand down and grabbed the bottom of her skirt and began pulling it up. It came up a little but then stopped from the weight of her laying on it. I sat up and with both hands pulled her. She didn’t mind. In fact, she purposely saved hersexiest outfits of the week for the nights when she hadclass. Even the teaching assistant who taught theclass, a guy in his early thirties, would often losetrack of conversation after staring at Alice.Jay, however, always remained focused on theconversation of the day. He didn’t say much in class,but when he did it was clear that he was thinking aboutphilosophy, not Alice. When Alice would try to catchJay’s eye, he’d look.