. or both ... wouldn't want you to say anything. They were trying to keep from having to pay out a lot of money. Well, that's over with now. The settl...ement is done and there isn't any more risk to you or them."So ... I guess what I want to say is ... thank you. Thank you for having the courage to come here and apologize. That took guts. If it's any consolation, I forgive you. I was never angry about you making a mistake, only that I couldn't get anyone to apologize for the pain and the other. She sat with her feet pulled up as the bath continued to fill from the other end, and then as the water brimmed the overflow, she turned the tap off. She looked at me curiously, unsure if I was going to join her, but I reached into the bath and eased her down until she was lying full length. From beside the sink I picked up a folded cloth, and kneeling by the tub I raised her head and blindfolded her with it. She accepted without any qualms. Gently I began to wash her, pouring water over her. She had just turned 19. Amy was 411 and 100 pounds, she was tight and lean and you could bounce a quarter off her stomach. Her tits were large for her small frame, but proportioned very nicely. She had an ass when showed off that made you want to bite it. Firm hard and round. It was shapely and sexy. She had that wiggle when she walked. When you looked at her from behind she had that nice area below her ass crack and crotch that a cock could fit in nicely. Just a bit of space between her legs.. One day a young black student, Tyrone, in one of my classes caught me looking at the tattoo on his arm. The tattoo read, "Ever Had a N***a?" I was embarrassed. From that day on, he hit on me every opportunity. Of course, I wanted to kiss him and let him use me, but that would have been professional suicide! He had a white girlfriend, named Sheryl. I saw them everywhere kissing. Actually, it was more like sucking face. I couldn’t help catching quick glances. I didn’t want to be caught staring. .