As Cassie bent over to pick up her bag, Jacob wished another girl hadn’t been obstructing his view. He was sure that her movement would have exposed... a beautiful ass being covered by what he imagined were pure white cotton panties. His thoughts were interrupted by the realization of the tightness growing in his trousers. He sat up, adjusted himself and tried to get back to work. His work was disrupted when he began recalling a conversation with Cassie his first year at Holy Cross. Then just 16. " Well we are going to have fun and games, aren't we? Let's open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate, shall we?"She returned from the kitchen with two glasses of champagne, then took a remote control from the mantlepiece and pointed it at a wall-mounted TV screen. She deftly channel-hopped to a site entitled 'Dungeons of Despair' and came and sat beside him on the sofa. "I think you're going to like this." She dextrously unzipped the baronet's flies and slid a hand inside, simultaneously turning up. When I came back into the hallway, Bobby asked, "A little overkill, don't you think?"I grunted and added, "Think about the last few days, then say that again."We went out to the garage, set all of the alarms, and got into the car, with me riding in the back seat and raised the door. Bobby used her radio to check with the two Marshals in the car at the curb. They said all clear and that our chase vehicle was around the corner. I was busily loading the magazines for the Glock. I seated a clip,. What do you mean by ‘safe’?”“You’re safe. You’ll tell her she’s pretty. You won’t laugh at her or make fun of her. You won’t make crude comments about her. You won’t call her names. You won’t tell her that she’s a tease for making you hard by sitting on your lap and not wanting to go any further. You won’t tell her that she’s a slut because she likes what it feels like when her boobs push up against your chest. You won’t touch her in places that she doesn’t want to be touched yet. You won’t.