She made it clear that within her domain any sound louder than that of a page being turned was distinctly unwelcome. She felt her panties being gently lowered, then allowed to drop and join her skirt in a heap around her ankles. XXX She had four skirts—one navy blue, one brown, one gray and one black—all of similarly conservative cut, which she wore in turn along with matching flat-soled shoes. Theresa marched right up to where he was still sitting with his back to her. “Mmmm…MMMmmm…”
That did it. The next slaps were a little more brisk, though not much, and there was less space between them. The library was less busy and the hum of the air conditioning masked the annoying clicks from the catalogue computer’s keyboard. Click. Theresa grew up associating order with
