I yawned at the sight of the clock ticking by and proceeded to get myself into the shower. As the water lathered on my face, I had a flashback to the ...events of the day prior. Both Miss Jenna and Mrs Patel “work activity” was embedded in my mind. I got hard instantly despite the morning wood.My mind had made up a scenario where both Mrs Patel and Miss Jenna was with me in the shower. I slowly stroked my dick while imaginary Miss Jenna came and hugged me from behind, her dick wedged in between my. You can write the songs and I can sing them. We could be a team." Sure, that sounds great," she said. She let go of my hand, then got upfrom her chair and started pacing around the room. "But it's not like wecan just record an album and sell it and have it be a hit and live offthat money. It doesn't work like that. We need people behind us,production people, A&R, a band... hell, I can barely get people to listento me at an open mic night and you're talking about being a singerovernight. Do you. I don?t know if itwas planned, or if he just had some sort of physical injury ordisability.Either way, he made the night a pleasant surprise.The government got all the data it needed to prove his guilt and stop theleak. My squad, acting independently but working as a team, had anothercredit to add to the long lore, and I got half-decently shagged.Despite my dirty talk about missionary earlier, we were on our sides, andspooned through most of it. He held my left leg up and out, and workedhis. Breaking the embrace she released him and sat back on the bed. “Now my beautiful young man, you are going to be given a lesson in the anatomical details of a woman like no other you have ever had” she cooed.“Dad has already given me a very detailed description and a book to read” he responded. “But he didn’t have a live model did he” she queried. She adjusted her position on the bed to sitting against the bed head propped on pillows and drawing her knees up to her chest. “Now sit here at my.