You’d committed to the ‘Dredging Up My Past’ bit, so you had to keep going with it. But now that I know who you are, Leonard, I gotta ask: Do yo...u still feel the need to keep it up, or do I start calling you Lenny? Fine name for a Yorkie, but what kind of name is Lenny for an Oxford Man?”He paused a moment before answering.“Very well, Contessa. Civility is very important. I apologize for that. So, how’d ya figure me out, Mrs. de San Finzione?”“Whyte Telecom,” she answered. “Are you new to this. Not far from Randolph High School and between the Public Library and the Pantheon Restaurant. The school has ten thousand students and most of them come from surrounding towns in Massachusetts. I wanted to attend a southern school like Georgia Tech or Morehouse College but my parents had their minds set on Randolph University. I’d be living close to home and they figured that would be best for me. As I usually did, I swallowed my pride and did as I was told. I attended Milton Academy and I was. Already I had a hard on and I was trying to hide it with my hands. We went to her room. She offered me a chair which was beside the dressing table. She went to the bathroom and returned a bit later carrying something in her hands. She came near me, opened the dressing table drawer, and kept ‘that something’- which was incidentally her panty. I looked away in embarrassment, my dick was pulsing. Suddenly she grabbed my cock from above the pants. I was so shocked that I almost cummed there only.. I moaned as she lowered her head down and my cock past her lips. Alyssa had learned to be quite the tease and only did enough to keep me aroused, which felt wonderful, but was a bit frustrating at the same time. It was also at this point that I heard the front door open and close. “I think we have company.” “We do, I invited a friend over.” Alyssa said and lightly fondled my balls. Now this was new, she invited a friend of hers over. The thought of her and one of her beautiful friends having.