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   My name is Henry, though my friends call me Hank.  I'm in my early 40's,
college graduate and a real estate investor/business man.  That is, I own
commercial real estate and residential property in and around the city.

   I was having some difficulty with one of my properties an decided to see
for myself what was happening with a surprise visit.  Sitting in the
office, unannounced, I waited for the manager who was meeting with a
tenant.

   After about 10 minutes, both came out and the manager said, Mrs. 
Warren, I'm sorry, but if you do not straighten this out, regardless of all
your time here, I'll have to ask that the premises be vacated.  The lady,
started to say something, but then just turned and left.

   What was that all about, I asked, getting to my feet?  Oh, sorry, didn't
mean to keep you waiting, my manager replied.  Just a couple who are no
longer able to pay their rent, soÉ

   Warren, Warren, I know that name from somewhere, I said.  What does he
do, I asked.  He's retired, and she was a school teacher, now just tutors
students.  Yes, that's it, I said.  I think I know that lady from a long
time ago.  Hold off doing anything till you hear from me, I instructed the
manger.

   We then proceeded to attend to other business, but before leaving I
pulled the contact information from the file on Len and Patricia Warren.

   That evening I was on the phone with Mrs.  Warren.  After a brief
introduction I reminded her that I was one of her students in high school
and asked to meet with her.  She said she'd be delighted and invited me
over to the apartment.

   Upon arrival the three of us sat down and chatted about old times until
finally the talk turned to today.  I explained that I was the owner of the
complex where they lived and asked about what was going on, and what the
problem was.

   After some skirting of the issue, Len said that they were in major
financial trouble and the rent was just part of it.  We went into some
details and I was very very surprised by the facts.  Major trouble wasn't
the word that I'd use, more like a total and complete disaster would be
more like it.

   Anyway, I started to say good night and leave, when Len asked me to wait
a second, then turned to his wife and said, Pat, I'm sorry, but we just
need to.

   Len then immediately said, Hank, may I call you Hank, you've heard of
our problems, but because of them we cannot afford to move and certainly
wouldn't be able to get into another place, only because of our problems.
Probably true, I said.

   Anyway, Pat is a bit ashamed to ask or say anything, but under the
circumstances, I hope you won't mind my asking and won't be offended by it,
he said.  Fire away, I said.

   Well, because of our financial situation, we sort of decided that a good
way to earn some income was for Pat to be on a website.  Website, I asked?
Yes, sort of an adult one, and since she has a good figure, well who care
if someone pays some money to look at her.  Okay, I said, looking towards
Pat.

   So, we're wondering, if perhaps, maybe, we could work something
out...his voice trailing off some, then he added, and if you don't mind,
I'd like to watch.

   I sat there not knowing what to say, and just weighed the possibilities,
finally looking towards Pat and asking, Pat?

   If you don't mind an old lady, she said.  I looked towards Len, and
asked, watching?

   I've always fantasied about seeing Pat with another man, so what better
opportunity is there, he asked?  I shook my head and said I'd have to think
about it, then left.

   The next day I received a message to call Pat Warren.  When I called the
number, Pat answered.  I'm so sorry, she began.  I told Len that it
wouldn't be right and not to go there, but he wouldn't listen, she
continued.  Anyway, I wanted to call and apologize she said.

   And if I'd had said yes, I asked?  After a long moment of silence, Pat
said, then I guess we wouldn't be having this conversation now, would we.
Guess not, I said, but tell Len my answer is yes and teach, I'm looking
forward to a few lessons, I said, then added, see you tonight, to stone
silence before hanging up the phone.

   That evening I rang the bell and a somewhat nervous Len answered the
ring.  Can I come in, I asked?  Yes, yes, please, he said, opening the door
wider as I passed into the short hall leading back to the apartments living
room.

   Where's Pat, I asked.  She's just finishing up and will be out in a
minute, replied Len.

   A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Pat stepped out.  She
was wearing a straight black skirt and a print blouse along with some
heels. You look very pretty, I said.

   Len, I said, motioning him to the side of the room where a chair was
located.  So, Mrs.  Warren, I began, do you remember in class you always
managed to call on me and embarrass me, I asked.  No, I don't remember, she
said.  Well, you did, and now it's my classroom and you do want to please
me and pass the class, don't you, I asked, not receiving or expecting a
reply.

   So, bring me up to speed, I said.  There were so many things I wanted to
know about, but never found out in high school.  Such as, she asked?  Well
how tall are you?  I'm 5'7" in my stocking feet.  And how old are you, I
asked?  I'll be 58, was the reply.  So 25 28 years ago you were strutting
around driving me and the other guys nuts, weren't you.

   Oh, I certainly hope not, said Pat.  Well you were, but that was then
and this is now, so have your tits grown since then, I asked.  I don't
know, but I think so, said Pat...I've filled out some.

   Really, I said.  Turn around so I can see your ass.  Pat turned her back
to me and I moved forward to run my hands over her skirt covered ass. 
Nice, I said, then asked, virgin?  You mean, she said.  Yes, ever had anal
sex, I asked.  No, and I really don't want to, she replied.

   We'll see, I said as I slipped my hand under her skirt and began to feel
her inner thighs.  Ever think one of your students would have his hand up
your skirt, I asked?  No.

   Len said he was going to take some photo of you.  He do it yet?  No. 
What's going to be in the photos, I asked as my fingers reached the bottom
of her panties under the skirt.  Pat, flinched some, then said, I guess I'm
going to be in the photos, she said.

   I withdrew my hand and said, turn around.  Pat turned around facing me
and glanced over towards Len sitting in the corner.  Take off your skirt, I
said.  She twisted some and undid a few things, then pushed the skirt over
her hips and guided it to the floor where she stepped out of it.

   Walk around some, I said.  I always wondered what was happening when you
moved around in the classroom.  Please, lets not do this, she said.  Oh,
want to stop, I asked?  That's hardly the teacher I remember.  Keep trying
was your statement, and when I or someone didn't then - - boy oh boy did we
catch hell.  Now you don't even want to try, so guess you and Len will be
moving on, I said.

   No no, please I'm sorry, said Pat.  I know what you want, but please can
you an I do this in private, she asked.  No, Len set the conditions, not
me, I replied.  Think he wants to enjoy seeing you show me your body in
every conceivable way and then fuck and suck me untilÉ, I added.  Oh, I
can't, I just can't - - - Len please cried Pat.  Honey, began Len, we don't
have a choice, he doesn't want to see me, and he's holding all the cards.
Our backs are to the wall, but if you don't want to, then I'll understand
and still love you.

   Oh Len, please began Pat as her voice trailed off.  I looked to Len and
just shrugged my shoulders and said, sorry as I got up from the chair and
started to leave.

   Wait, said Len, please I've an idea and think you'll be satisfied. 
Please, said Len, pointing to the chair.  I returned and took my seat as
Len moved to Pat's side and grasped her hand.

   Hank, he began, I can fully understand how you must feel.  Those years
in school, growing up and wondering about the woman who was your teacher.
Maybe one day in class you caught sight of a little more leg than usual, or
perhaps she bent over to pick up something and in that short instant you
were treated to a look which you could only dream about.

   Now, circumstances, bring us all together and I want to be sure your
circle of wonderment is complete, even after all this time.  So, if you'll
allow me, asked Len?

   Sure, I said, waving my hand for him to proceed.

   You know, began Len, one of the first things that attracted me to Pat
was her height and as you can see from her long legs she does have a good
height, which when you add her tits in make her all the more attractive.

   I'll bet, Len continued, that sometime Pat gave you a peek at her tits,
didn't she, he asked?  Pat, bend forward so the man can see your tits, said
Len.  There you are Henry, said Len, see some of Pat's tits.

   Yes, I said, and they've always been lovely.  Now, let me take off her
blouse, said Len, and you'll get to see what more is happening under that
blouse.  Okay, I said, and Len began unbuttoning and finally removing Pat's
blouse.

   Pat was now in her bra and panties and standing in her heels as Len
said, there, now you can see more of her tits.  What do you think, he
asked? Well, from here, I'd say you're a lucky guy, but then again lingerie
does sort of add fantasy or illusion, doesn't it, I asked?

   Now, teach, I quipped, if you want to get back on track, let Len sit
down and watch as he wanted to do, then get your prim and proper ass over
here and take off your bra.  Now, of course if you don't want to, or think
that your tits and pussy are so special, just say the word and I'll leave,
I said.

   I'll do it, Pat said to Len.  Now do as he says, go sit down, she added
then moved forward to stand closer to me.  This better she asked, pushing
down her shoulder straps?

   Hold on teach, I said.  Before you go too far, I want you to use your
imagination for a start and give me a good slutty show and tell.  That will
peak my interest, I said.  I'm not sure I can, Pat replied.  Sure you can,
I said.  Just be the teacher and explain and show me what each item does,
okay.

   I'll try, whispered Pat.  Oh, and this isn't biology class, I said, so
you know, talk dirty and keep my attention.  Now why don't you tell me
about what you're wearing and well try continuing.

   Pat suddenly remembered and realized that she was just in her lingerie,
so gaining some composure she began.  Well, here I am in my heels and
lingerie for you to see, but lets just begin with my bra, shall we, began
Pat.

   I'm sure you aren't interested in the construction of the bra, but more
what it does, continued Pat.  Its job is to lift my breasts, I mean my
tits, she smiled, and hold them so they don't giggle too much.  See as I
turn sideways how you can see the nice cones on my chest.  Hope you can see
their size and that you will want to play with them, she continued.

   Also, when you look at the front of the bra, you can see how nice it is
cut so you can see the nice form of my tits and cleveage, she continued.