Plus, on most Friday nights, which was when the parents went out square dancing, there was a sleepover at somebody else's house. So that made it easie...r for us.Until, that is, the rotation brought the sleepover back at our house.You might think that all these little side trips I've been taking, where I talk about brains and philosophy and emotions are all just a bunch of teenage hooey. But they're not. By the end of this story, if I hadn't told you all this ... if I hadn't explained what was. "I figured you would be out celebrating," a voice said. Jeff turned around and saw Lisa Simms smiling back at him. Lisa was the executive vice president of marketing and she had accompanied Jeff on the trip. Lisa was about five foot 6 with short brown hair and hazel coloured eyes. She wore a black executive suit which fit her toned body perfectly. Her legs were long and shapely and were perfectly accentuated by the black stockings she wore. She wore a white blouse underneath her jacket which. I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say about this. "What?" was what finally came out."I don't understand the question. I thought you'd be thrilled." Yeah." I would have thought I would be too. "Why?" Why would she do this? Because she knows that this knowledge gives you an inappropriate hold on me. That I am now partially submissive to a 17-year-old boy and she gets genuine pleasure out of seeing me subjugated. That this is so ethically compromising that I could lose my career over it. As Aimee turned around her firm round breasts brushed against Sasha setting off a deluge of tingles under Sasha’s skin. Nervously she blurted out “Have I ever told you what a hot bod you’ve got yourself Honey?” She laughed breathlessly as the words came out and she felt her face burning.“You’re so sweet babes! However, the prize for Number 1 Sex Goddess goes to you every time my darling Sash!” Aimee gushed, kissing her on each flushed cheek with an exaggerated “Mwah” each time her lips made.