She took a well ironed jogger out of her closet but didn't put it on. She put on a loose T-shirt, and got on the chair again just in her panties at th...e bottom, while uncle was back in the meantime. Aunty placed a cushion on the floor just before her bare legs.Uncle got dressed in shorts quickly and lit up the pipe for aunty after putting it in her mouth. A pipe always belongs to the one that wears the pants in the family, and it was no different here. I always thought that the pipe belonged to. Tomorrow she would wake up and it would be new day and she could start fresh.She removed her shoes in the foyer, listening to Shawn banging on the piano in the music room at the other end of the house. He was playing a fast, fiery piece and she was glad for it. His playing would block out any sounds she made.She tiptoed down the hall, her bare feet sinking deep into the plush carpet, and she made it onto the basement stairs without meeting either Ricky or Mark. She didn't know where either of. The President of Stanford called an extraordinary meeting of his staff to brief them all on how he expected each of them to behave towards and treat their new and exalted student.The President also had meetings with the local Police Commissioner to discuss and coordinate the level of security required for the Princess. This had to include Stanford’s own security personnel, police detail and of course, the Princess’s own bodyguards, which the Emir of Kobekistan had insisted on.Being a man of. What’s more, Cora was enjoying what Caleb was doing to her.The conversations went on, even including Cora when the subject wasn’t football, and before long Cora realised that the side of Caleb’s hand was actually rubbing up and down her slit and she was opening her legs to allow him better access.“Stop that Caleb,” Cora whispered, “one of them might see.”“That’s okay Cora, they won’t mind. It’s not like they haven’t seen one of us doing it before.”Cora was confused, but she didn’t close her.