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The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Thirteen by A. J.
Deacon.   codes T/FF TF/F F/F T/F TTTTTTT/F bd con rom

Copyright 2005 by A. J. Deacon. All rights reserved!
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The story should not be read by anyone under the legal
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a location where it is illegal to read such stories. 

	The Knights of Saint Jillian.....Part Thirteen  

	John returned about an hour and a half later. He
sounded very impressed by the efficiency of the
restoration team from the auction house. There were
four females, and a junior male on the team. Two of
the women worked to clean each item, and test to make
sure everything worked. They used only soft cotton
cloth and distilled water to clean with, so they
wouldn't remove any of the patina of the metal
surfaces. A third woman, who was also in charge of the
team, researched each item, and made a computer record
of it including the catalogue estimate of the value.
The forth person then photographed the assembled lamps
using a digital camera. She then wrapped each part of
the lamp in copious layers of bubble wrap and sealed
them together in an appropriately sized, plain white
cardboard box. A label was then printed with all the
information about the lamp, along with a colour
picture, and this label was stuck on the side of each
box.. The only male's job, was that of a gopher. He
was kept busy bring the lamps from the storage shelves
to the different work stations, then taking the full
boxed back to the shelves. In between he was kept busy
bringing supplies in from their van..
	
	After his description, John announced that he thought
we should get our exercises overwith now. Our master
walked down to the exercise room holding two leashes.
Each of which was attached to the pubic lips of a robe
clad slave. As he fastened our wrists behind our
backs, he explained to Jenny that by rights she should
go to the exercise room naked, and on her hands and
knees, but he was sure her knees would be a bloody
mess long before they reached the exercise room. She
was allowed to wear the robe only out of respect for
his mother's wish that he not be too blatant with
showing off Jenny's new status in the household. She
thanked him for his consideration, and we set off. All
three of us did our respective work-out. Jenny did
almost exactly the same routine as I did, even down to
the tens machine attached to her nipple rings on the
treadmill.

	We showered together right after we got back to our
suite, and both Jenny and I had multiple orgasms. John
limited himself to only one. Jenny was ordered to put
on her now altered uniform, and go and inform the
kitchen staff that John and I would have our lunch in
our suite, and that Jenny would serve. She went naked
to the door, and put her uniform on there, then she
curtsied to John and went to obey his command. When
she returned she had brought one of the maids cleaning
carts with her. Since John had left the suite, she
asked my permission to use the vacuum, then did a
thorough job of cleaning the suite. She took our dirty
laundry with her when she returned the cart.

	Jenny returned pushing the food cart from the
kitchen. It seems that she was coming back just as one
of the kitchen staff was about to bring us our lunch
and Jenny tool it upon herself to bring it to us. She
said that this way, I wouldn't have to worry about
being seen naked by the staff. I think she was also
concerned about herself, because if she were here when
the lunch was delivered she too would have been naked.
I was sitting on my masters lap, on his favourite
chair when the door opened and the cart was wheeled
in, At first John was surprised. The kitchen staff
would have knocked and waited to be let in. He was
relieved to see that it was only Jenny. She explained
the situation as she closed the door behind her and
started to remove her uniform. John stopped her saying
that she should wear it to serve us lunch.

	Between serving each course, Jenny knelt between the
two of us and we hand fed her from our plate. I even
allowed her a few sips from my wine glass. I should
explain at this point that our meals were planned by
Hillory and the cook, a week in advance. Hillory even
picked the wine, and there was always a glass of wine
with each meal, except breakfast of course. When she
had eaten all she wanted of the main course, Jenny
went under the table, and gave John a climax using her
mouth.  She offered me the same service, and I
accepted. I bet she was relieved to no longer see the
string from the tampon between my pubic lips. After my
orgasm, she served dessert.

	John was gone when Jenny returned from taking back
the food cart. Since she had nothing to do she spent
the afternoon kneeling naked and helpless at my feet
as I finished installing the software in my computer.
I had fastened her hands behind her back when she
returned. The work of the afternoon was interrupted
several times as we brought each other to an orgasm.

	Late in the afternoon I was surprised by a knock on
the main door of the suite. John was still out
somewhere. I opened the door a crack and peeked out
from behind it to see who it was. When I saw that it
was Robert and Hillory, I opened the door wide for
them to enter. I remained naked. It was considered
proper for me, and now Jenny as well to be kept naked
within the confines of our suite. We exchanged
greetings, and I explained that I didn't know where
John was at the moment. They said that they were here
to see Jenny, so I called her out. She came into the
living room reluctantly, walking on her knees, with
her hands still cuffed behind her back. She blushed
deeply when she saw Robert. This was the first time he
had seen her as a naked slave.

	Robert explained about the contract. He sat on the
couch and Jenny knelt on the floor beside him. He
patiently explained every clause of the agreement and
answered all her questions so that she had no doubt
about what she was signing. Then he explained about
how she was supposed to go home for the rest of the
week and think about what she was getting into. He
asked her to confide in someone who she trusted and
not to be ashamed about admitting what she wanted to
do. When she had made up her mind, she was to sign the
contract in front of two witnesses, who were also to
sign that they were satisfied that she was aware of
what she was signing, and that she was doing so of her
own free will.

	John had returned while all this was going on and he
silently came and kissed his mother on the cheek than
sat in his chair, I took my place kneeling on the
floor beside him. Jenny was very disappointed that she
would have to go away for a few days, so Robert said
that she didn't have to wait until Friday. She could
return when ever she had the contract properly
witnessed. Hillory added that if Jenny couldn't make
up her mind about signing the contract by Friday, she
probably wasn't really meant to be a slave. In which
case she should return anyway, and report back to Mrs.
Jackson. Hillory assured Jenny that if that was the
case then this whole incident would be forgotten and
never held against her. I asked my master if Jenny
could model the altered uniform for his parents, and
he agreed. Hillory agreed with me on the fine
workmanship of the sewing, and was surprised that
Jenny had done all this in only one hour. She agreed
that Jenny could alter all but two of her other
uniforms. These were to be kept incase Jenny was
needed to help out when there were guests in the
house. Robert and Hillory left, Jenny said her tearful
goodbyes to us, and went to her old room to pack, then
went to her parents home. I dressed and we went up to
dinner.

	During dinner John filed us all in on the work of the
restoration team. Hillory was surprised that John had
actually been away from me for the whole afternoon. He
calmly explained to her, as he had done to me several
days ago, that very soon now he was going to be at
school all day, and wouldn't be able to be with me for
long periods of time. It was his intention to
gradually extend the time when he wasn't with me, so
it wouldn't be as traumatic on both of us once school
started. Hillory complemented her son for his mature
thinking. John added that now that I had Jenny as my
slave, she would be able to help me satisfy my sexual
urges. Near the end of the meal, when he finally had a
chance to speak, Robert informed me that he had set up
an appointment for me with the head of the billing
department, for the first thing Wednesday morning, He
also added that he had arranged for John and I to
attend the ball game in the afternoon, We would be in
the company box, along with about half a dozen other
guests of the law firm. There was also a reservation
for us for lunch in the exclusive restaurant in the
VIP section of the ball park. John and I will ride
into the city in the limo along with Robert and
Hillory, spend the day in the city, then return with
then after work.  John thanked his father profusely.
Even though he was the son of the president of the
firm, seats in the corporate box at the stadium were
still hard to come by. The local team was having a hot
season, and there were a lot of very important people
in the business community also wishing to be invited
into the company box.

	After dinner we all retired to the family room to
watch some television. As usual I knelt at my master's
feet, on the other side of his chair from Hillory, so
she couldn't see that his hand was constantly down the
front of my dress. What little conversation there was
for the rest of the evening was mostly about the
programs we were watching. At about eleven, John and I
excused ourselves, and he took me out to the
observatory. It was a glorious star filled night, and
there were many wonderful sights to see through his
telescope. We returned to our suite shortly after two
in the morning, and quickly did our preparations and
went to bed. We made love to each other for the first
time in several days, and fell asleep in each others
arms.
	
	I awoke first as usual. As usual? It's funny how
quickly we adapt to things when we're happy. This was
my twelfth day with John. It had only been twelve
days, and so much has changed in my life. I could
hardly believe that less than two weeks ago, I was
trussed up in a very uncomfortable position, with a
stick of dynamite pushed up my rectum, while a pair of
rodents slowly reeled in the line that would set off
the explosion. All the while a whole bunch of complete
strangers, paid money to give me a minute of pain, or
just to watch others giving me pain on the internet.
Now, here I was sharing a luxury suite, in a
millionaire's mansion with a seventeen year old boy
who is now my master. In all likelihood, in a few
days, I would also have my own female slave. But I
didn't spend too much time contemplating these things.
You can't change the past, and a whole new day was
just beginning. I slid my body down and started to
lick around the head of my master penis.

	With Jenny being away, and my period over, we were
sort of back to our routine. There were exercises
right after breakfast, then I was left to do my
computer work until the knights arrived at about one
o'clock. I was again waiting on my knees, naked and
leashed in the entry way when they arrived. There were
six of them today. I wasn't surprised. It had after
all been four days since our last meeting. That's a
long time for a typical teenaged boy to go without
sex, when he knows that he has rights of use of a very
attractive, and very willing sex slave. They made up
for lost time and in spades. Once again they all left
happy and satisfied. There was just enough time before
supper, for a leisurely soak in the hot tub in our
suite.

	Dinner with Robert and Hillory was a pleasant time as
it always was. Robert broke the rule about no business
talk at the dinner table again, to inform me that all
the paper work for my divorce and the change of
ownership for my settlement was completed and that I
could sign everything tomorrow when I was in the
office. John filled us in on the progress of the
restoration crew. While they were very efficient and
things were going very well, they were also very
thorough, and he could see that it was easily going to
take a month to finish the project.  

	After dessert, the four of us went on a walk around
the property. We followed a trail through the forest
on the west of the house. We came out of the forest
onto a rocky outcrop that formed the extreme edge of
the escarpment. Robert told me that it was a four
hundred foot drop below us. One of his ancestors had a
sturdy iron railing built along the edge of the
precipice. The view was spectacular. Four hundred feet
below us the forest started again, and continued until
the slope of the land permitted farming. From there
farmers' fields stretched out into the distance. This
was basically the same view one could get from the
terrace, and from the balconies on the upper level,
and even from the balcony around the dome of the
observatory. Seeing it from here however gave it a
different perspective. Everything seemed to be just
that much larger and more grand. The breeze blowing in
off the ocean in the far distance, still had a slight
salty tang to it. The most impressive point about this
place was that because of the forest directly behind
us, it was impossible to see the house, or any other
structure for that matter, except for the sky line of
the city outlined in hazy relief against the reddish
purple glow of the approaching sunset. We reluctantly
headed back to the house. We didn't want to lose our
way walking through the forest in the dark.

	Since tomorrow was going to be a busy day, and I was
still tired from my session with the knights, John
decided we should turn in early. Well we went to bed
early, but we didn't get to sleep that much earlier.
My master tied me spread-eagled to the four posts of
the bed, and for over two hours drove me crazy, and to
many powerful orgasms, as he caressed every part of my
body with his gentle fingers, and the parts that were
available, with his lips and tongue. I understood that
of all the freedom John has to use my body in any way
he pleases, this was the one that gave him the most
pleasure. Just touching me, with his finger tips, or
with the tip of his tongue and his lips probably gave
him more pleasure than actually having intercourse. To
him my body was the most perfect he had ever seen, and
my skin was the most pleasurable surface he could
imagine. He was completely lost in the tactile
pleasure. It was like he couldn't get enough of me. My
greatest orgasm came as he took pleasure from using
his tongue and lips in my vagina. Finally, when I
figured he had tired himself out, he entered me and
with slow but powerful thrusts reached the climax he
had earned several times over. He collapsed on top of
me, kissed me good night and we fell asleep, with his
penis still inside me.
	
	Wednesday was a beautiful late summer day. I  woke as
my master stirred. I had slept all night tied to the
four corners of the bed. He had fallen asleep on top
of me and hadn't stirred all night. He picked up where
he left off last night, It was as if he had to touch
me all over before he could believe that I was really
there with him and that I really belonged to him.
After about a quarter hour of touching, feeling, and
kissing me all over he decided that he wanted to make
love to me properly. So we shared a very good orgasm.
He remarked on how much nicer it was not to have to
worry about putting on a condom before sex. He
wouldn't allow me to clean him off with my mouth
after, saying that we were going straight into the
shower anyway. While we were showering I explained to
him that I understood that he might not want to give
me oral sex after he had shot into me because he
didn't want to taste himself on me. On the other hand
I didn't mind tasting myself on him.  I told him that
I much preferred tasting us together on his penis,
than not tasting him at all. Part of the pleasure of
giving him oral sex was having the taste of him in my
mouth. He understood what I was saying, and said that
he would not stop me from cleaning him off with my
mouth again.

	We dressed for our day in the city. John chose a pair
of casual pants, that were still considered dressy
enough. He also wore a polo shirt with the home team
logo on it, and a pair of shoes, rather than sneakers.
For me he picked a silky dress cut in the oriental
style. It was sleeveless, but it closed all the way up
to my neck. I was not showing any cleavage at all.
Even the skirt was much longer than usual, reaching to
within inches of my knees. To make up for that however
there was a slit on each side that reached almost to
the my panties. If I was wearing panties. You could
easily see a lot of thigh above the tops of my nylons
whenever I moved or sat down. If I had been wearing
nylons that is. I wore only the dress, and a pair of
high heeled shoes. Oh yes, and the knight's necklace,
which I wore outside the dress, since it had a high
collar. No matter how carelessly I sat, or moved, I
was not going to show anything by accident.  One could
easily tell I wasn't wearing a bra, but it wasn't
blatant. The material of the dress was completely
opaque, and heavy enough that I would have to get very
excited before my nipples would get hard enough to
show.

	Hillory complemented us on how nice we both looked
when we joined them for breakfast. Remember, she
picked this dress out for me in the first place. For
some reason I was very hungry this morning and really
enjoyed eating breakfast as much as I used to enjoy it
in the past. During out trip to the city in the limo,
Robert and I sat together and talked about my
considerable holdings, while John sat with Hillory
further forward, and they had their own conversation.
I was a little bit richer than I had believed. The
financial experts at the law firm, had done an
official evaluation of my portfolio now that they had
all the records and paperwork to go by. They had
already divested some of the less preforming stocks
and reinvested in other fields. They had taken a half
a million in cash and used it as capitol for starting
my computer software company. The house was being
purchased by my software company, and not by me
personally. The mortgage for the purchase was being
granted by my holding company, so in effect I was
actually going to be paying my mortgage payments to
myself. Robert explained the many tax advantages of
doing things this way. The capitol of the software
company was mostly invested in sort term debentures,
so even it was earning income, until I needed to start
spending some of it. The value of the portfolio of the
holding company was still at just under three million
dollars, and growing daily..

	Once that was settled, the conversation turned to the
software I was designing for his law firm. I explained
what I had done so far, and even showed him the
mock-up I had set up on the lap top. He liked the idea
of the icons. Instead of the screen being full of
icons, there were only five. One to represent each of,
the company building, the court house, the client's
location,  the lawyer's home, and in transit. When the
Lawyer reached the company building, he would click on
that icon and that would give him a different set of
icons for things that he did in the building. Each of
these would give him access to different icons, until
he was dealing with each individual case. The same was
true for the other four main groups. It was a very
logical and easy to learn system. Whoever was using
the system simply clicked on each icon as he
physically moved around during the day. This feature
really appealed to Robert, and he said he would try to
get a few of the senior members of the firm for an
informal meeting so I could demonstrate this to them
this morning. By this time I realized that we were on
the grounds of the university, and Hillory was getting
her things together ready to get off. I didn't know
that Hillory was associated with the university. When
the limo stopped in front of the Social Science
Building. She got a kiss on the cheek from everybody
on board and stepped out while the driver held the
door open for her.

	"May I carry those for you professor Preston," I
heard a young man ask as he hurried to take her brief
case from the driver.
	"Why thank you, Edward. I'm happy to see that
chivalry is still alive." Hillory answered as they
walked together towards the building. I suddenly
realized that Hillory went by her maiden name
professionally. I didn't have anything to do with the
psychology department when I went here, but even then
Professor Preston was a well known name around the
university. I had never met her in person while I was
a student. The only time I had actually seen her was
while she sat on the stage with all the other academic
staff at my graduation. I didn't feel bad about not
recognizing her. Robert and John had a little laugh at
my expense, then went on to explain that Edward was
one of her graduate students, and also worked as an
instructor at the university.  As head of the
department, Hillory occupied the Kingsly Chair of
Psychology. In fact Robert and Hillory first met when
his father decided to make the endowment that
established the chair. Hillory had been selected as
the first occupant.  Even though she was older than
Robert, she was attracted to the handsome young
lawyer. They fell in love, and when they married it
was decided it would be a lot less confusing if
Hillory kept her maiden name, at least at the
university, so there wouldn't be any confusion between
her position and her name. Her  official title was 
`Doctor Hillory Preston BSc MD psych, The Kingsly
Professor of Psychology'. No wonder John had ambitions
of becoming a professor of Astronomy here at this
university. With his determination and his family's
money, I was certain he's make it.

	The three of us got out of the limo at The Kingsly
Building. Although the family owned the forty story
building, Kingsly and Associates was not the only law
firm situated here. The building was across a wide
boulevard from the courthouse, and ideally located. 
The driver had many errands to run, but would pick
John and I up here to take us to the ball park in time
for lunch. We walked together and rode the elevator to
Robert's office on the top floor. John only came with
us to help carry my things. There was only a little
time to admire the view from Robert's office and then
I was led into one of the board rooms. I was to be
make myself at home here. Everybody I needed to see
would come to me. Robert's secretary had a schedule
drawn up and she handed me a copy. 

	"May I intrude on your coffee break," Robert asked.
"I'll have refreshment sent up here, and you can give
that demonstration to some of my associates then. Is
that alright?" I agreed. John and I shared a
passionate good bye kiss, and he left to do some
shopping for a couple of hours or so. A young girl
knocked on the door, and Robert bid her to enter. He
introduced her as Miss West, she was assigned to me
for the morning as a sort of receptionist. She handled
the introductions and escorted the different people
who came to see me. The first person was the lawyer
who was handling the divorce. She explained that it
was to be uncontested, both parties had agreed to
everything, and neither Jack or I would need to show
up for the hearing. She explained everything, I signed
everything, and she left after telling me that the
hearing was set for tomorrow. Since it was a mere
formality, I would be a single woman again by noon
tomorrow.

	Next in was a financial expert from the firms
financial department. He was a very pleasant older
gentleman, who patiently explained the state of the
holding company, and how the portfolio was invested. I
could see that I was in good hands. Again I signed
everywhere he wanted me to sign. I thanked him for his
patience, and he blushed a little when I gave him a
little kiss on the cheek. Although it made him blush a
little, his eyes really lit up and his smile widened. 

	After the financial expert left. Miss West ushered in
a woman pushing a cart. She went to a corner of the
room and quickly spread a table cloth over one of the
tables. It only took her several minutes to layout the
things for coffee break. Two silver urns were
centrally located. Neatly placed to one side were a
dozen fine china cups with matching saucers. Of course
there were also the silver sugar bowl, creamer, and
teaspoons. A pile of neatly folded, white linen
napkins, had it's place on the other side of the urns.
Lastly a high footed silver serving tray, covered with
delicious looking pastries was placed next to the
napkins. The cart was pushed into the corner, and the
woman stood by ready to serve.

	As if on cue, Robert walked in with two of the senior
partners. Over the next several minutes they were
joined by six more men and three women. It seems that
word of my good looks, had already spread through the
senior members of the firm. I guess the one I met at
the country club on my very first Sunday, had spread
the word. From the smiles and looks I got, I suspected
that most of them had come to meet me in person,
rather than to listen to what I had to say.

	The serving woman, knew each of the executive's
preference, because I was the only one she asked. She
poured and added what was necessary to each cup, and
handed it to each person with out uttering a word,
except good morning, and addressing each one by name,
as they gathered all around me, waiting their turn to
get introduced. After the introductions were over and
everyone had found a seat, Robert made a short
presentation about the need for a comprehensive and
very user friendly computer system to make it easier
for the lawyers to keep track of their time and
expenses. I then went ahead and explained how I
envisioned the system would work. I suspect that most
of them were busy looking at my figure, and my bare
thighs, as even though I tried to make my explanation
as simple as possible, I still had to cover everything
several times over answering their individual
questions. Again I suspected that this was because in
answering each of their questions I would go and stand
beside the questioner, so he could get a good view of
the screen on the lap top computer. Each man wanted
his turn with me standing beside him, with our heads
together for several minutes. When there were no more
questions,  Robert made some closing remarks,
repeating how this system was going to save countless
hours each week for everyone involved with the
process, and also produce a most accurate billing
system.

	There was a short round of applause, and the men at
least, reluctantly stood up and filed out of the room
talking amongst themselves. One of the women lawyers
came over and told me she was all in favour of what I
was trying to do, and that she was glad that the whole
thing was in the capable hands of a woman.  As she
quickly and efficiently cleaned up the coffee break
things, the serving woman commented on how my hand
must be very tired. Since I had them all wrapped
around my little finger, she added with a wink and a
knowing smile, as she pushed the cart out of the room.

	The presentation was followed by two lawyers who were
handling the setting up of my software company. Again
they went over the details, and I signed  where
necessary. They even set up my bank account. There
would be no need for me to go to the bank. They
explained how I was to keep records of all the
expenses, and how I was to send them back to the
bookkeeping department here at the law firm. The
bookkeeper assigned to me showed up as if on cue. We
were introduced, and she explained the procedures to
me. I was now in business officially.

	That was the last of my business in the office for
today. Miss West came in to say her goodbye, and I
thanked her for her help. John came in right after
that. We greeted each other with a heartfelt kiss. He
explained that Robert was tied up and wouldn't be
seeing us off, so we gathered our things and left
together. The limo was waiting in front of the
building as we came out. The driver opened the door
for us, and we got in. Unfortunately there wouldn't be
enough time on the trip to the ball park for any
meaningful love making, so we spent the time talking
about how our time went. John had gone to an adult
shop and bought some more sex toys, mostly for use on
and by Jenny, but he refused to tell me what he bought
or let me look at them.

	Lunch in the VIP restaurant at the ball park was an
exciting time. We had a table overlooking the field,
and the visiting team were out practising. I was
surprised when I was asked to prove my age when we
ordered wine , but John wasn't. We still laugh about
that sometimes. We had an excellent meal and the
service was tops.  We left the restaurant only minutes
before the game started so we were the last ones into
the company box. After the attendant checked our names
off the list we started to take the last remaining
seats at the back. Don't get me wrong, they were still
excellent seats and I would have been happy to remain
there. After we were seated for several minutes two
gentleman who had seats right at the front of the box,
came up to us and offered us their seats. John
declined at first saying that he was the son of the
president and as such the guests should have the
better seats.  They insisted however, and John gave in
so we changed seats. I was the only woman guest in the
box, and the men mostly approved of the change in
seating arrangements. They didn't have to keep looking
back to get a look at me now that I was sitting up
front. Every time I looked around I made eye contact
with at least one pair of eyes. Each would smile a
kindly smile, nod their heads in greeting, then turn
their attention back to the ball game. I returned each
smile, and sometimes I even gave a little wave of my
hand. I thought I probably got more attention than the
baseball teams. It wasn't only the men on our box
either. Sitting out front like I was, I could be seen
from many boxes in this area. At one point John nudged
me gently and pointed at the score board. I looked up
just in time to see my image in close up on the huge
screen. Many of the men in our area cheered. I have
never seen my master looking so proud. A lot of men
obviously found me very attractive, and  he knew that
inspite of all this, I was still his.

	The men sitting directly around us, took the
opportunity during the breaks in the action, to
introduce themselves to John. They had heard him say
he was the son of the president, and some of them were
his dad's clients. We exchanged chit chat and it was
like we were all old friends.  I smiled prettily and
did my best to pose so that I would make my master
proud. One of the men even gave me his business card.
He had written the name of a clothing store on the
back, and said that his wife owned the store. I
recognized it as a most exclusive ladies wear store.
The man continued that the next time I was in the
store, I was to ask for his wife. She would see to it
that I got good service, and a substantial discount.
He had recognized the dress I was wearing as coming
from that store. The men were gentlemen through out
the afternoon. They were enjoying being near me, I
guess, the same way one enjoys being near a beautiful
rose garden. They took every opportunity to look, but
that was all. Well maybe they daydreamed a little. By
the forth inning the home team had a three point lead,
everybody was relaxed, and we were all on a first name
basis. The home team won the game, and everybody went
away happy. John and I said good by to everybody, and
everybody asked John to pass their thanks on to his
dad.

	We only had to wait about five minutes before the
driver was able to bring the limo up to the curb. John
took advantage of the fact that due to the heavy
traffic, we had about three quarters of an hour before
we would be picking up his mother. All I had to do was
pull the dress over my head and I was naked. It took
me a little longer before I had John in the nude. We
spent the time making love. I hadn't realized how
aroused John had gotten watching the other men getting
turned on by my presence. After we climaxed and we
were resting a bit in each other's arms, he told me
how proud he was of me, and how much he enjoyed the
fact that every man who saw me probably wanted to have
sex with me, but it was he who decided who I had sex
with. By the time we picked up Hillory, we were
dressed again, and the air-conditioner had removes all
evidence of the hot and steamy activities that went on
just a few minutes ago. 

	We were a little early so while we waited for Hillory
to come out, John suggested we get out and wait for
Hillory out of the limo. It would give us a chance to
stretch our legs a bit. We walked slowly hand in hand
toward the Social Sciences Building, enjoying the warm
sunshine. Hillory came out before we reached the doors
and when we met we both greeted her with kisses on the
cheeks. John and I relieved her of her load and we
walked together back to the limo. Hillory suggested we
wait until Robert joined us to tell about our day, so
we wouldn't have to tell it twice. I suspected it was
so she wouldn't have to hear it twice. John had the
same idea, and he jokingly chided his mother for not
wanting to have to hear about our adventure twice. We
did manage to find things to talk about during the leg
of the trip to pick up Robert.

	The final leg of the trip home was taken up by our
description of the afternoon at the ball park. We all
laughed again over me having to prove my age, and John
not even being asked to. John passed on the thank you
form all the guests in the company box. I was amazed,
that he remembered the names of everyone there. When
we had finished our story, Robert surprised us by
saying he had already received several Emails thanking
him for the added entertainment in the company box. 
He ended up by saying the perhaps I should attend some
more games. John jumped right in saying that he and I
would be happy to attend every ball game for the rest
of the season. All Robert had to do was arrange it.
Robert countered that while it will not be possible to
attend every game, he will see to it that we would
attend at least one game each week until school
started. In fact he would arrange for four of us to
attend. He hadn't forgotten about Jenny, and suggested
that one of the knights could round off the foursome.
If one pretty girl can brighten up a place, than two
pretty girls could do it better. John thanked his
father and so did I. Robert than went on to comment
about my presentation. He had gotten only positive
feedback from his partners. I had made a very good
impression on them, and it wasn't only for my looks.



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