Miss Wagner never called anyone by their first name; she was brought up to use Mr. or Miss or Mrs. and the person's last name and she never deviated f...rom it, at least not while within my hearing.Miss Wagner took me next door to the room that was used as the book depository. It was originally a lab room but without the equipment, it was just a big L-shaped space with shelves lining all the walls except where the windows and doors were. But it was anything but an open space! It looked like an. I thought I had felt her body give a little shiver at one point that might have been an orgasm, but she never said, and I certainly didn't ask. Since then, she always giggled when she saw me in that tee with the "bleach stain." I decided to wear the same PJ bottoms I had worn that night, too, which she herself had picked out for me that day, decorated with multiple imprints of Led Zeppelin's logo in red on navy blue. She would remember. . . . . . 4. Coffee with creamAs I walked downstairs to. He looked out of his office door to make sure it was safe and saw it was Lance. He went into the store and let him in, saying, "Hi son, what’s up?" Lance said, “Hi Mr. Archer, I don’t want to bother you, but could I talk to you for a few minutes?” Fred said, “Sure, of course. Come on into the office in the back.” He led the way and when Lance passed through the door Fred closed it behind him. Fred sat back down in his swivel chair and Lance perched on a corner of the desk. “What’s up?” Fred. My arousal was building. "Higher?" he asked, always the gentleman and always thinking of my feelings. "Yes please," I said without hesitation. This was GOOD. Parting my legs to allowing him access meant he could see the most private part of me, a secret place I knew well but very few others had seen. It would have been impossible for him not to take a good view. "You're so neat and tidy," he said, a guarded way of saying I'd shaved my pussy, "Unlike mum." He squeezed more gel, but now it was.