30pm. I arrive. Master greets me, leads me upstairs to His bedroom. I am instructed to lie on the bed. Master sits beside me. "You will cum, Cum ...Girl." He lifts my dress and starts to caress my pussy, I am wet but apprehensive about failing Him. I lie on His bed, waiting, nervous and expecting failure. "I can't do it Master, I can't do it." Master caresses my clitoris and I lie there feeling tense. "I really will not be able to do this Master." He is looking at me, His eyes are. Again, Jorge stapled from side to side.This continued until he put the last staples in, about a foot from the edge. We let go and about three feet went over the edge of the roof.We repeated the same procedure for the other roll, working from the peak toward the driveway. Then we brought the second roll up and covered the other side. By the time we were done, the roof was covered and there were about five feet extra on each side and three feet hanging over the front and back. I wouldn't want to. “Classy doesn’t always mean sexy. This client is apparently very particular and clear that you dress a bit conservative, but sexy.”“Okay, got it.”“Good, don’t be late,” she said before hanging up.A little exasperated, I was glad the call had ended. Though I had nothing against Cherrie, she could be quite cold at times. She was very moody. On certain days, she would be like the best friend you never had. On others, she behaved like the ice queen.Putting my phone back in my purse, I drove home.. He was honestly the best example of a professor I’ve dealt with. He did everything he could to help us. I watched him move around the classroom with confidence. I listened to the cute noises he’d make when he dropped something, or when he made a mistake. That crestfallen look on his face when a student didn’t understand something and he didn’t know how to make it any clearer for them… It got to me. He worked himself into my brain. He was pretty to look at, yes… but his personality in the.