I don’t have a bad body she mused as she studied one photo after another in more detail. The wine was clearly blurring her judgement but after finis...hing the bottle she decided that she would meet Rob on Sunday and confront him. In her mind it was the least bad and definitely less embarrassing option.A bad hangover was her only companion the following morning, which gave her an excuse to have the day off. Seeing the envelope again made her angry, but at herself as much as at the person who had. She circles the tower to see every angle it has to view, gasping at each brilliant vista before her. Donald enjoys the view out the windows, but more, Emma’s bare ass moving around.He walks up behind her and pulls her panties to the floor. Emma giggles at what he is doing. Then she feels him lowering the zipper on the back of her dress. Donald lowers it over her arms, down over her hips and thighs to the floor. She is now standing naked except for her lace shelf bra Donald dressed her in. ”“I keep waking up because you’re disrespectful.”“No. You keep waking up because you give me detention. Don’t do that.”“You gotta learn how to act.”“My grades are perfect. I play the French horn. I’m in Model U.N. I’ll go to whatever college I want.”“Life is more than just grades, son!”“Yeah...okay! I’m not your son though”“I know, Aren! I’m trying to help you. Let’s make a deal.”“What?”“Be my team statistician. I won’t give you any more detention and you try to be nicer.”“I guess.”“Alright, be. She began to weave and wiggle -- as much as was possible, given her position. Master shifted his grip, sliding one, then two fingers into her depths, pounding them into her, his palm at the base of his fingers mashing her clit. "The spectrum is an odd thing," he mused, "you can't really appreciate one extreme without the other. In some cases, it's like the whole thing wraps, such that one, taken too far, becomes the other -- but that's an advanced lesson; for now, we're doing the carrot and the.