She had a lock on her door, something her mother would never allow, a balcony, a good view, and it was just roomy. Dad made sure to give her the bigge...r room, he never needed much space. She felt like a princess.Tia undressed, kicking her clothes into a corner. She looked into the mirror, attempting to admire her own body. Her olive skin reflected in the moonlight, it also caught her ass, illuminating her figure. Well, what figure she had. She moved her hands to her chest, grabbing at nothing.. She then moved her hands towards my balls and caressed them, feeling them for the first time taking her own time to savour them in her hands.I told her to remove my shorts off and explore my cock further and if she liked to taste my cock she was welcome to do so at her own comfort. She nodded and got up and pulled my shorts off slowly and my very hard cock sprung out like a handle waiting to be handled. She gasped at seeing it so stiff and hard for the first time. I told her to come into the 69. Then two years ago things went wrong, really wrong. I show up to work andhear from my boss that we are being sued for patent infringement, buteveryone was really ho hum about it so I didn't think it was anything toworry about. Just a week later I pull into work and I see a bunch ofblack SUVs at the front entrance and the company's founder being lead outthe door in handcuffs. Turns out the founders were cooking the books, thelawsuit spooked someone in accounting who called the Feds. Within a. The closet was open and she showed me someof her dance costumes hanging on those pink puffy hangers. She had asmall table in the back of the room where I was to put my sewingmachine. "You can sit there and watch as I work the dance recital moves, Jamie,"she said as she directed me toward the table. "Why would a boy be so interested in clothes and sewing and ballet?" Ms.Johnson asked as I set the sewing machine up.I know if I said I was being forced to do this, Ms. Johnson wouldn'tbelieve me. I.