It was quiet and cool down there. A girl came down with some food, a cold drink, and a refreshing smile. She was hot.She was a good Christian white gi...rl, tall slim and well dressed, with demure short hair, very short, like a boy. She had a silver cross around her long elegant neck, a tight knit blouse stretched over her small tits, and thin trousers that showed off her tight round ass.It was her smile that made her so attractive though; so open and friendly, flirtatious yet harmless. She was. "What are you doing?" she asked, curious. His hands went onto her hips, then slid up her ribs and cupped her breasts. She hissed in a breath. "Oh, that feels nice!" "This lesson is all about showing you all the pleasure your body can experience." he said, kissing the back of her neck. He slid his hands back down to her hips, then knelt behind her as he lowered her panties to the floor. "Marcus, I-" she started to say, but he shushed her. "No, Miranda, shh. Just be quiet, baby. Trust me.". A look into Quentin's architectural firm showed that he was a seniorpartner and one with several major designs that have taken multipleawards in the trade while innovating the use of several designs that arekey to popular designs that had started just after he was promoted. Hisconstant support of charities and helping to nurture future architectsespecially ones from troubled backgrounds got him high praise. Thebiggest shock was his unwavering support of transgender issues especiallyamong kids,. “Yeah but you took me here when I did,” Stacy’s logic made no sense to me, but I realized it was better not to argue with her about things like that. I noticed that Stacy had a tendency to lie about things that didn’t seem to matter at all. I mentioned to you when she called me Simon and said she was there for me the entire time. That was the first time I noticed it, but she would lie about little things like whose idea it was to come here in the first place, and I think she convinced herself.