"Yea, so do I, in fact I like em so much I want them, think of it as a down payment to what your gonna be paying me for the rest of your time going to... this school." He said, smirking. He's got to be showing off for someone I thought. "I don't think so." I said with a serious tone. His smirk disappeared, I knew what he was gonna do. I saw his right arm swing I blocked it, uppercutting him in the stomach. He grabbed his stomach, I elbowed the back of his head with my right arm sending him face. He was dressed like lumberjack; he bested Dylanin height, weight and overall physical condition, he was using a ratherlarge smile to keep Dylan calm. "Dylan, dang glad to meet you." Hereached out to shake Dylan's hand. Dylan paused for a second, and thentook the offered hand, he asked, "And you are?" Oscar, that's not relevant at this point, I am Djinn, and I promise Icome with good intentions, to do no harm and just frankly talk to you."The robust hand shaking continued, Dylan was pretty sure. .. go... away." she jerked out through gritted teeth. I admired her face. Very nice. Restrained makeup and a simple but expensive hairdo. Late twenties or early thirties, I decided, and lower management, not your average secretary. A touch of class, although perhaps not looking her best right now."Hey, that's not very nice." I smiled. "I only came back to see if I could help. It sounded as if you were maybe having a spot of trouble." I wanted to give her every chance to ask for a hand."Why. And enjoy,” Mirreille instructed.“She is all yours, Jon, enjoy while I watch.”There was no mention of me not talking and offering advice while I watched though.“She loves her nipples being licked, Jon, start on them.”I could see Mirreille squirming with pleasure as Jon licked each very erect nipple in turn while I watched.“She loves having her clitoris licked and teased, Jon, try that. And put your hands under her arse and lift her up, she likes that.”In what seemed a flash Mirreille had at.