Given the chance, he probably could. And it would be an easy theory for him to test. She couldn’t be checking over her shoulder or looking around co...rners for his shadow for the rest of her life! Hopefully, Professor Dawson would be able to help her out. The last of her morning classes were over and she had a two-hour lunch break before her afternoon classes. She had dropped a note at his office to request to see him at noon which left her fifteen minutes for lunch. She chomped through lunch in. She leaned forward on the counter, waiting for the kettle to boil.The figure of Bob coming down the tidy little path they had worked on yesterday caught her attention. He waved, and she instinctively waved back, worrying about how underdressed and inappropriate her nightie was.Again he disappeared into the hut and she returned her attention to the kettle. The next couple of minutes melted away as the music faded into the background and her attention was on Bob kneeling by the hut.She was caught. Main kahdi thi main usk kamar se hug kar ke bed pe baith gaya aur usk nipples ko dabane laga uski aankhe band thi tabhi maine ek haath se uske shalwar ko khol diya aur shalwar bhi floor pe aa gay aub wo sirf bra panty main mere samne thi maine usko wase he khada rahne diya aur khd utha ke apne saare kapde utare aur fir usko god main utha ke bed pe le aaya hum ek dusre ko hug kar ke bed pe aa gaye mere haath apna kaam kar rahe the maine uski bra bhi uttar di aub wo sirf panty main thi main uske. ” “Jenny just wants me there to back her up in case things go south.” “Yeah, whatever you want to call it.” I kissed her good-by and drove off knowing what was in store for me when I got back to the house. No sense in fighting about that if I was headed back to continue my service as a sex slave, I thought. A couple hours into the drive, I get a text. It's from Sara. The text says simply; “u driving?” “Yep,” I replied. “Good, what is your ETA,” she responds. “I will arrive at the.