You call me Sir.I have what I think of as my radar, sweeping around my peripheral boundaries as I enter the office building within which I hold court.... That radar is selective, as too many voices and visions would send anyone insane, so I have learnt to pick and choose with selective key words and visions only taking my interest. Ian Fountain, the security officer for my building, has detected evidence of an intruder entering into the securely locked rear entrance. I scan for an unwarranted. ”“Are you kidding? Even back then you were the prettiest girl in class.”My face heated, as did his. He had managed most of the banter without going red, though he did go a bit pink at times.“You didn’t tell me that,” Rhee accused.“It didn’t seem all that significant, although I will admit that it’s one of the reasons that I’ve been hoping Brett would emerge from his shell. He seems to be doing that quite nicely this year. Thanks for your quiet friendship-of sorts all these years, Brett.”“No.. He kisses her deeply getting her juices all over her lips. "MMM I taste pretty good" she says licking her lips. "Yes you do. I plan to get more of your sweet nectar before we are through!" He kisses her again. She bends down to suck his member , collecting missed semen if any on him. Suddenly she feels something that get her attention quick. The vibrating tip of a vibrator gently moves up and down her pussy lips. He shoves it into her wet oozing hole. She continues stroking his dick as it. ? Mr. Morris grinned. ?Let me clarify?strip.? Lisa stood silent and stunned. She had fantasized about Mr. Morris often enough; she had a thing for older men and she loved his salt and pepper hair. His face had a smooth, youthful look to it though he still looked in his forties. Still, she never expected him to ask this of her. Mr. Morris saw her hesitation and sighed. ?Look, you can either do what I say and let me write the letter or you can kiss your chances of Harvard.