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A woman on the street, described in the detail she deserves.

A woman on the subway.

Emily tries my patience. But then she sends me a picture of her ass, and I remember why I put up with it.

A friend offers up a motto. She’s not wrong.

Emily did her homework. She didn’t follow the instructions precisely, but she knocked the cover off the ball — with one notable correction needed: always wear panties.

Some things never change — including, apparently, my assignments.

I wanted it to be *Secretary*. It was more like a bad infomercial for bondage rope, starring a man who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

An assignment I gave recently. It was completed spectacularly.

Two simple ways to inspire me — and what happens when you do neither.

A text exchange in which I try to make her pussy wet between meetings.