The struggles became less.

Her throat started to accustom itself to the invasion. After cramming his cock down her throat a fourth time, Alfred steadied himself, spreading his legs slightly, as though he had to lift some great weight, or ready himself for a difficult job of some kind. Biola continued to suck on his cock, his balls were heavy with cum, and he was ready to empty them.

He took her head, whispered a warning to keep her teeth clear, and then began thrusting into her mouth. Gently, but forcefully, his cock entered and exited his secretary's mouth with ease. A sloppy, wet sound filled the office as Alfred happily bleeped the woman's mouth. She grabbed his legs and steadied herself, trying to accept the boss as best she could.

His thrusting increased in speed. His intensity grew. The grip on her head tightened.
Biola felt the tensing of his hands, she felt his cock expanding slightly, the drizzle of precum increasing to a more and more steady rate....finally.....he pulled his cock to just being in her mouth, and....
His cock exploded. Alfred cried out AHAHAH AGH!!!

The cum shot out forcefully, slamming against the back of her throat! Agh Biola choked, as she attempted to swallow what he began to deposit, in great amounts, in her mouth. One shot followed after another, and another. Copious amounts of cum began to fill her mouth as Alfred groaned and moaned his pleasure. Biola was a good sport, and did a good job swallowing everything Alfred had to give, which was a lot. In fact she loved it.
Mmmm her eyes were closed as she sucked and sucked on Alfred's cock.

As soon as he came his cock grew in sensitivity, and instinctively he tried to push her away, but, maybe due to what he had done with her orally, or maybe not, she disregarded his weak attempts at escape, and buried her face in his lap, sucking directly on the tip of his cock.....driving him crazy with pain/pleasure/and lust. His legs were sticking straight out, his hands were all over her head and face, and she was focused on his cock.

She eventually let his cock rest, and kissed her way up and down his shaft. For the next half hour, the both of the stayed there. Alfred gently playing with her hair, touching her neck, reaching down to her breasts, holding her hand, and Biola just quietly knelt in front of him, lightly sucking, nibbling, kissing, and licking his softening member.

She came to reality eventually, and said quietly, I need to get back to my husband.... Standing up, she walked over to her discarded clothing and began redressing. You know, I'm not going to divorce my husband, mess up my childrens' lives and marry you. I know you probably don't even want me. I won't be this hot when you're 37.

This is our arrangement Biola. That's all it is.
Our arrangement was for you to look at my breasts. Now look what's happened.
Look, we both enjoyed it. I like you, and I like having you as my secretary, and I like paying you well too. I'll try to take care of you, but you should stop talking about our 'arrangement' like its some contractual thing. Its not sexy. I'll see you tomorrow. Get the paperwork for tomorrow's appointments ready for my review tomorrow too. I'm out.

I took a spare video camera I had lying around and installed it on their computer.

And so there we were chatting on Skype on a Thursday night. Her husband was going out of town with his father the next day and would be gone for the weekend, and Rose and her 15-year old daughter Amanda were going to come to town on Friday to move some things to her father-in-laws house. We were going to help them move things around and get settled, then hang out some.

They were going to stay Friday night, then after a pool party at the house of a good friend of mine, they would head back sometime Saturday evening, or maybe stay with us. We were both looking forward to getting to talk directly.

At first we were just chatting, and Rose told me she’d had a few beers already since she wasn’t working the next day. I did have to work, but I was having my normal two beers as well.

Rose started talking about the pool party, and how she was looking forward to seeing me in my trunks. I agreed that it would be good for a laugh, but it could put her off her dinner.

Rose: Don’t be silly! Seriously, Patrick, I think you’re hot and I can’t wait to see you.

ME: Well, thank you, but I’m about 30 lbs too heavy to be much to see.

Rose: Well, we’re in our 40s, so I don’t think any of us look like models. But I like what I’ve seen of you so far.

Me: You’re drop-dead gorgeous, so I’m definitely looking forward to seeing you in a bikini.

His pinched her nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

Against her leg, She could feel his manhood move. It grew and straightened, becoming hard as a rock.

Then She felt it. He exploded inside her. His manhood swelled and pumped hot cum into her. When it stopped spurting, he collapsed on top of her. Several minutes later, he got up off of her. “Go clean up and go to bed,” he said. He left her room.

He returned the next night, and the next, and the next, and continued almost every night for the rest of her time in high school.

She was a great deal more comfortable with her step daddydy banging her by then, but She still went out to find boys from school that would do her. The boys She found now were at least capable, but they weren’t all that good. Most of them were very quick to cum and didn’t really worry about her orgasming. They were very much the slam bam, thank you ma’am kind. But She was getting laid a lot. step daddy still came into her room almost every night.

One day, She left school early and came home. She was by myself because the boy She was going to skip school with chickened out. When She got into the house, She heard noise coming from her older brother’s room. She snuck up to the door and peeked in.

Tope, her older brother by one year, was the big macho football hero type. He was blonde, blue-eyed, tall and muscular. Needless to say, he was popular with the ladies.

When she peered in, She saw that he had a girl in there and they were really going at it. The girl, a brunette with really big boobs, was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Tope was on his knees behind her, pounding into her hard and fast from behind. He was slamming into her so hard that her butt rippled from the impact and her big boobs bounced back and forth. Both of them were moaning and groaning as they banged.

The both of them came at the same time. Tope’s head went back as he launched his cum into the girl. She panted and moaned lightly. When they were spent, they both collapsed onto the bed.

She continued to watch them. The two of them kissed and held each other tight until her brother broke free of her grasp and moved his face down to her chest. For the next several minutes, Tope sucked her big tits. Squeezing one with his hand while sucking on the other one. The girl watched him, with a big smile on her face, as he feasted on her tits.

She had never seen sex like this. step daddy, and all the boys She had sex with, always did her while She was on her back. No one had really bothered to play with her little boobs. She hadn’t really realized that other positions were available. Looking back now, She realize how naïve and innocent She was. She moved back away from the door and silently left the house. Or so She thought. She found out later that Tope had seen her watching, but had just continued with his girl.

The next night, a Friday, step daddy had to go on a business trip. Michael, her little brother, got permission to go visit a friend for the weekend, so She was alone with Tope.

That night after dinner, She went to take her shower. She didn’t see it, but when She was in the shower Tope cracked open the door and was watching her in the mirror. Well, until it fogged up.

Then he was tapping her forehead with it, rubbing her face, leaving a little trail of precum.

I don't know Alfred...its....its......so big I don't know if I can....

Play with my balls again, and stroke it Alfred commanded, and she did so. What do you mean, 'too big'? Haha am I bigger than your husband? Alfred was delighted by the prospect. Her husband was a blue-collar, construction working guy.

Alfred was an academic and an accountant. Here was Michael's wife, on her knees, saying that she couldn't suck his cock because it was too big.
There was silence from Biola as she jacked him.

Biola. Am I bigger than your husband? Is my cock longer?

Yes, Biola said, quietly.

How much smaller is it?

She indicated that it was about half his size.
Ha, well, I think you can do it. Lick it, kiss it, do something.

Holding his large cock, she began licking the sides, then kissing it here and there, awkwardly, trying to avoid the precum. Soon enough she gave up, and started licking up the discharge.

He doesn't taste bad, but........wow, this is going to be a challenge. Maybe if I just jack him off a little, he'll orgasm without having to go in my mouth....maybe I'lll....

She didn't get to finish the thought. He took her head in his hands, and slowly guided his cock into her mouth. She opened wide and sure enough, it fit in. She started sucking.
The warmth of her mouth, the soft feeling of her tongue, and her gentle hands squeezing his balls and shaft was heavenly.

She applied more suction, and Alfred groaned. She began bobbing her head a little, to see if she could get more in, which she could. Slowly his cock began disappearing into her mouth. She pulled it out almost all the way, and focused her tongue on his hole, she licked around it, even pushed in a little. Alfred's sighs told her she was doing well. Then she went back to sucking deep.

Alfred's knees were feeling weak, he pulled out of her mouth, leaving Biola to softly smack her lips, and in a very cute way brush the saliva and cum away from her mouth with her hand, then he beckoned to her, and she leaned forward and continued her task. She felt strangely about the situation. She was enjoying the taste of his cock, of his cum. There was a strange eroticism to her submission. She felt taken, controlled, violated. The power of this young man over her made the violation seem necessary.

She felt like a slave, but like a mother, like a victim, but like a follower. Her emotions were as chaotic when she pleasured him as her brain had been when he'd pleasured her.
Alfred sat back and reveled in the moment. The room was quiet except for the gentle sucking sounds coming from the woman between his legs. He looked around at his office, then looked down at the gorgeous brunette, head moving up and down in his lap.
Fantastic.

He could have gone for awhile, but he almost had a decision element to his orgasm. He got the distinct desire to fill this woman's mouth with his seed. He had accomplished so much, so quickly in life. And the same drive that propelled him to accomplish all his other goals filled him at the moment. He grabbed her head, firmly, but not harshly, with one hand, then batted away her hand from his shaft, allowing for the one on his balls to stay, and replaced it with his own. He began pushing his cock down her throat.

There were no questions or challenges, she could say nothing even if she'd wanted to as he was filling her mouth. Slowly but surely his cock began to be forced down her throat. There were small, panicked twitches from Biola: a shift of her leg, a soft choke, a stiffening, then relaxing of her spine. It was almost like seeing a National Geograhic video of two animals mating, or a large insect overpowering another. It was raw.


Her mouth stretched open to try and accept the intruder. Alfred's cock was deep in her throat now, her hand had released his balls by then, and both her hands were grabbing hold of his thighs as he pushed his cock into her.

Finally his balls reached her chin. He slowly pulled back out, and after he exited her mouth, she choked and gasped for air, he gave her just a moment, and then took her by the head and proceeded to do the same thing again. Again his cock pushed its way down her throat, and she struggled to breath and to suck, and to accept. He withdrew a second time, only to follow with a third journey down her throat. The struggles became less.

Rose is for Love




Meeting Rose is as welcoming as it is fascinating. Nothing will stop the amorous relationship that develops, not even the fact that she is a half-sister!



I had only known my half-sister a few months.

I lay in bed, head buzzing with the events from earlier, while my wife of 10 years slept beside me. She had sat beside me on the couch earlier while I was Skyping with my sister, but due to her obsession with baseball she’d had no idea that I was looking at my sister’s boobs and making plans for when we could have sex.

Actually, Rose is my half-sister, and I’d only known her for two months. She’d known about me for a few years, but had only recently gotten the nerve to introduce herself to me, and to explain that (as near as she could tell from the information she’d gotten) that we are siblings. I’d never had any doubt that my father had affairs while he and my mother were married, but you still don’t expect to be told a baby was born of one of those dalliances.

Even at 40, Rose was great looking by any standards. She took after my father more than I did, but there was still enough of a family resemblance to leave little doubt that she was my sister. We had a DNA test performed anyway, just to be sure, and that was confirmed. Over the next two months, my wife and I grew closer to her and her husband, and I was absolutely thrilled about having a baby sister.

We spoke via email, Facebook chat, and occasionally phone as much as we could. We had 40 years to catch up on! We talked about how our lives had been, and compared notes of having grown up in the same smallish town but almost five years apart. Because she now lived some distance (about a 1.5 hour drive) away we didn’t get very many opportunities to get together, so she got a Skype account and we started chatting there, which was better than the Facebook chat app.

And on one of the rare visits my wife and I took to see her and her family, I took a spare video camera I had lying around and installed it on their computer.

“Nice,” he said. “You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful.”

He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger before letting go.

When her step daddydy came in, She was still half naked and sitting on the table. The Doctor addressed him.
“She is fine,” he started. “She will have the results of the blood tests in a couple of days. She also recommend you put her on the pill, just in case. The nurse will give you a couple of samples for while you get the preion filled. The pill won’t be effective for about two weeks, so watch her closely.”

Mr. Henry frowned at her and nodded.

Finally the Doctor left and she got fully dressed. Her step daddydy took her home and made sure she took the first of the birth control pills. She was watched closely from then on. Her step daddy never trusted her. To him, he was right not to trust her.

Two weeks later, to the day, late that night, She woke up feeling like someone was in the room with her. In the dark she saw him. Her step daddydy was standing just inside the door staring down at her. She didn’t speak. He saw that her eyes were open and he stepped forward towards her.

He was not wearing a shirt, only a pair of shorts. As he stood in front of her, looking down at her face, he slowly unzipped his shorts and then let them drop to the floor. It was the first time she ever saw a man completely naked. Her eyes wondered down his body. He was still in pretty good shape. His broad muscular shoulders looked powerful and his stomach was still flat.

Even in the dark, She could make out his manhood. She was amazed at how big it was. It looked huge. Now She know he was a little bigger than average, but not much, but at the time she thought he looked gigantic. It swung back and forth slightly as he moved. Behind the swinging dick was a large droopy set of balls.

Without speaking, he climbed into bed with her and laid down next to her. She was terrified, but didn’t move. On his side with his head supported by his left hand, he looked her in the eyes as he pushed down the blankets to uncover her. He kicked the covers down off the bed. Next he used his right hand to untie the bow in the front of her pajama bottoms. Untied, he slowly pushed her pajamas and her panties down. He stopped when they were both at her knees. His hand came back up and grabbed onto the bottom of her pajama top. He had that up around her neck a couple seconds later.

She was nervous, confused, and scared as his hand came down over her chest and rested on her right breast. He squeezed small firm boobs. her nipples hardened in his hands. She had no control over them. They just grew hard under his touch. She could see his smile widened as they did. His pinched her nipples lightly, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, just like the Doctor did.

The gown fell to her lap. He pulled it off her and threw it over to the chair where she had taken it from..

For the next couple of minutes, he took the normal medical readings, like her temperature, her heart rate, and took some blood. Then he said, “Lay down.”

She did. She felt so vulnerable, laying there naked in front of his glaring eyes. He stared at her for a couple minutes with a huge smile on his face. “You know,” he said finally, "I was your mom’s Doctor as well.”

He seemed to reminisce for a minute and then he picked up the stirrups and pushed them into the slots on the exam table. He took hold of her ankles and put them in the stirrups.

Stepping back, he looked down and admired her naked body. He rubbed her hair with his hand and then moved it down her head. It continued down onto her chest, his fingers lightly moving over one of her nipples, and then down onto her stomach. “So young,” he said, as his hand moved up the inside of her thigh.

He moved around between her legs and looked down at her vagina. “Tell me the truth,” he said. “Has anyone penetrated you yet?”

Nervous and scared, she replied truthfully: “No.”

Just then, she jumped a little as he pushed his middle finger up inside her. He looked up into her face and smiled.

“You are still very tight. That’s good.”

With his finger up inside her, this thumb danced over her clit. There was a wonderful, almost electric, shock that washed over her body. Both of her nipples instantly hardened. The Doctor smiled and laughed lightly.

“Good,” he said. “You are going to be a lot like your mummy.”

The next several minutes were both embarrassing and painful, as he inserted instruments inside her and gave her a pelvic exam. When he finally finished, he let her sit up. Still naked, she sat there, wondering what next to do.

He put the stirrups away and then pushed a call button. He spoke to his secretary over the intercom, telling her to send in her step daddydy.

Then the Doctor turned back to her and with a smile on his face, he reached up and ran his hand over her right breast. Her nipples involuntarily hardened again.

“Nice,” he said. “You have some growing to do, but you will be wonderful.”

The Madam left and the door closed behind on her way out. Arching an eyebrow, I then turned my attention to Funmi. "what was that all about?"

"what?"

Still with arched eyebrow, I looked at Funmi curiously. "She kinda barked at you."

"Oh, that." Funmi waved me off dismissively. "Theressa's been getting on my case about presenting a more professional appearance and demeanor."

"I know what you mean," I replied, tugging at my shirt collar. It was a dark green button-down. The white one, uh, needed to be ironed.

Funmi smiled. "Yeah. But what can I do? It's not like a suit would be practical when I'm riding a motorcycle every day."

Automatically, I looked my friend and "co-worker" up and down. I'd always thought the chocolate colour girl was pretty, but she was never one to really fuss about her appearance. Her typical school attire was that tank top along with a black hoodie. She was about 5'5" and never bothered to wear platforms or heels to boost her height. And her makeup had always been pretty minimal. I'd just never really seen Funmi dressed to impress, either for professionalism OR sexuality, and I had a hard time imagining her in a suit. "Definitely not practical," I agreed.

"Well, it's more than just appearance. She's been harping on my speech and carriage. She says it's much harder for a woman to get respect in the business world, and only by presenting myself with confidence and always thinking about new ideas will I ever succeed."

I stuck my lower lip out as I thought about that. "Makes sense. Seems like you'll never relax that way, but I guess it makes sense."

Funmi nodded and then pointed to the table. "Come on. I'll bet this is another of Theressa's little tests. We'd better have lists breaking down the target companies before she comes back with her coffee."

At the end of the day, I was the first one to finish up and head home as Theressa kept Funmi behind for some further instructions. From the look Funmi shot me before I left, I figured they were going to be some new criticisms about her appearance, maybe the pink fingernails or the jet black-streaked hair.

I felt bad for her, but I understood the point Theressa was trying to get across. The fact was: we weren't teenagers anymore. We were Juniors in college, upperclassmen, and pretty soon we'd be graduating and moving out into the real world.

It was as if we were passing some invisible line from our Sophomore to Junior years, crossing over from childhood into adulthood.

When she looked back, she would realize the enormity of what he had done.

Mr. Henry stood up and said, “Get dressed. As She said, you must l not have any boy to this house. Do you get that?”

“Yes, sir,” she sobbed, pulling up her trousers.

The next day, he took her to Green Cross Hospital at Ogba to see Dr. Hussein who was an old friend of his
Henry still sounded agitated. He told the doctor: “She caught her with a boy right there in our apartment.”

Doctor Hussein smiled at her. She was totally embarrassed by the whole thing.

“She needs to have an exam and tested to see if she caught anything,” step daddy continued.

“Okay,” the Doctor said. “Relax. It will be alright. Have a seat out in the lobby and I’ll call you back in when we are done.”

Mr. Henry turned and left her daughter there.

The Doctor looked at her for a minute and then said, “Take all your clothes off and get up on the table.”

He patted the bedspread-covered exam table. “I’ll be right back.”

Slowly, tentatively, Fiyin took her clothes off. She found a hospital gown on a chair, so she put it on and sat down on the table. The Doctor smiled when he came back in. He walked to the side of the exam table.

“You won’t need this,' he said.

He untied the cloth ties that secured her gown and pushed it off one shoulder than the other. The gown fell to her lap. He pulled it off her and threw it over to the chair where she had taken it from..

Violated




When Fiyin entered senior secondary school, she looked like a tom-boy. She was still small in stature, with short hair, bright eyes and glasses. She looked exceptional. She had little A-cup breasts and narrow boy-like hips.

It was about that time, however, that she started to develop strange feelings and desires. She didn’t understand the way she was feeling. She was Hot all the time, but didn’t really recognize it for what it was. Whenever she was alone, Fiyin would touch herself. Touching certain places made her tingle, so she touched those places a lot.
In her second year in the senior secondary school, she got the courage up to invite a boy over to their house after school. her step daddydy, who was raising she and her younger brother alone after their mom died, was still at work and both her brother had sports after school. She thought the boy, Tope, who was a year older, knew what he was doing, but Fiyin was wrong.

After promising a deal with her brother, she took Tope to her room. They kissed and she got semi-naked. Tope dropped his trousers and, when she reached over and touched his dick, he lost his confidence. He was embarrassed and almost ran out of the house. Fiyin was shocked at his reaction. She could not just understand why Tope would act that way.

Some weeks later, she got Damola, another SS2 boy over to the house. Her brother was not around, and she was glad about that. Right there in the sitting-room, she engaged her 'guest'. She thought she and Damola would be able to have some caresses, but when they started to kiss and take each other’s clothing off, Mr. Henry, her step daddydy suddenly came home. He had been early that day. She and Damola were too engrossed in what they were doing to hear him.

"What!" Mr. Henry exclaimed. "What the hell is going on here?"
Damola hurriedly pulled up his trousers and ran out of the house. He was extremely lucky to escape the fangs of her step daddydy. He was lucky to escape. Petrified by the turn of event, Fiyin was still topless and trying to get her clothes back on. her step daddydy yelled at her and then grabbed her left arm. He sat down on the couch, pulling her along. His left arm went across her lower back and held her down. With his right hand, he pulled her trousers down to her knees.

With his bare hand he started spanking her naked bum. She started crying from the pain, as he alternated between spanking each bum cheek. Eventually, he got tired and his hand came to a rest on the naked butt.

A little bit short of breath, he said, “What have She told you about bringing boys over while I’m not home? Why the hell did you do it? Don't you know you are way too young to start this kind of thing?”

Fiyin could not give an answer to that. She wept.

But then, she was able to learn something. She felt something strange about what her step daddydy did. With his hand still on her naked bum, he fondled them lightly. Then he moved his hand around on her bum. His left arm came off her back and his hand came up under her, across her chest. His hand cupped her small breast.

She could feel her nipple harden in his hand. So could he. He squeezed her tit and then moved back and forth slightly, letting her hard nipple rum over his fingers.

“Get up,” he suddenly told her.

Still crying and now confused, she stood up her step daddydy’s eyes moved up and down her body, actually checking her out. When she looked back, she would realize the enormity of what he had done.

The school had given us two laptops for temporary use, and that meeting table was where Funmi Johnson and I were doing most of our work this summer.

Speaking of Funmi, she arrived a minute later. "Good morning, Theressa. Morning, Kola." The pretty chocolate colour girl was in her usual summer attire, a thin short-sleeved blouse over an omnipresent white tank top. She carried her black and hot pink leather motorcycle jacket slung over one shoulder and matching street cycle helmet under her left arm. The helmet and jacket were hung from the coat rack, and her backpack flopped onto the table. "So whadda we got today?" she asked casually as she reached both hands into her hair and around to the back of her head, quickly flipping her jet black and jet black-streaked locks around as she whipped a hot pink scrunchy around them to form a ponytail.

"Funmi!" Theressa barked in a semi-commanding voice. The stern Madam look was back and she glared at the younger girl, an expectant look on her face.

"Ahem," Funmi blushed and stood up a little straighter. She schooled her face and focused at attention as she stated, "My apologies. We completed the business model review yesterday. I was thinking Kola and I should look into different case studies of the companies using that model and analyze how successfully they're executing it. We could break up the target companies by size, and check their profitability and cost efficiencies."

"Much better." Theressa nodded. "But before you start your analysis, I suggest you also break up the target companies by profitability. Sometimes the financial performance follows from execution of their business model-"

"But sometimes the execution follows from the company's financial solvency and stability," I interrupted.

Our beautiful, chestnut brown-haired Madam turned her dark black-eyed gaze to me, along with a proud smile. "Precisely, Kola."

I grinned.

"Think about it." Theressa nodded and then turned for the door. "In the meantime, I need some coffee."

The Madam left and the door closed behind on her way out. Arching an eyebrow, I then turned my attention to Funmi. "what was that all about?"

She tried to hold onto my neck in a similar fashion, but the sexual animal inside me didn't like being restrained, so I grabbed her wrists with my hands and pinned them back behind her head, leaving them alone only when she flipped her palms back to grip the armrest as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored to the couch.

And sometime later, after Calista let out two separate ear-splitting shrieks that echoed through the corners of this big empty house, I let out a bellow of my own as I slammed forward one final time and ejected a gallon of cum into Calista's writhing body.

"I'm cumming!" I groaned, my hands clutching her shoulders both to pin her in place and embrace her with all my passion.

"I feel it!" she crooned, her bright eyes alive and dancing with each successive burst against her inner walls.

And then there were no more words as our lips melded together, heightening our pleasure as we rode out the final waves of orgasm.

At last we had finished ... for now, at least. I, for one, planned on a couple more rounds before we surrendered ourselves to sleep. Maybe a screwing in the shower – we hadn't done that in a few days. In the meantime, our bodies wanted to rest. So quivering, I let my chest drop back down to settle my weight against Calista's sweaty, near-naked body. And she hugged me tenderly while humming her pleasure into my ear.

A few minutes later, I heard Calista's humming tone elevate in pitch. "Hm?"

I raised my head up and looked over to see her picking at her white dress shirt's collar. "what?" I queried.

Calista giggled. "Well, I was going to suggest you wear this shirt tomorrow. But now I think you'd better pick one a little less wrinkly."

"Morning, Madam," I greeted cheerily as I walked into the offMaryam.

"Kola..." Madam Tessy scolded as she looked up from her desktop.

I grimaced. I hated it when she called me 'Kola', and her Russian accent only made it sound harsher. Only my mom ever used my full name, and that only when she was upset with me. It was the Madam's perfect way of reminding me how I should be addressing her. "Sorry, Theressa," I apologized. "It's habit."

"Well, it's only been a month," the leggy Ghanaian beauty replied with a sigh. "But at this rate, by the time you get used to using my first name, it'll already be time to go back to calling me 'Madam'."

I blushed and shrugged while setting my bag on the separate table. Theressa had a relatively large offMaryam, big enough to have a circular meeting table and four chairs away from her desk. The school had given us two laptops for temporary use, and that meeting table was where Funmi Johnson and I were doing most of our work this summer.