,” Yren started but Teran interrupted him.“We’ll all be in danger,” Teran said sternly, arching one eyebrow. “And we all have our jobs.”�...I can’t protect you here,” Yren explained.“I don’t need your protection, Yren,” Teran replied firmly, her face set. “Nor do I need your permission.”“I just want you to be safe.”“And I want you to be safe,” Teran replied softly, raising her hand and resting it on Yren’s chest. “I’ll be careful – and you be careful. We’ll get through this, love.”“What is Teran. It was not that she had huge breasts (they were good but not outstanding) or a magnificent African ass (although it curved very nicely); it was not her overall physique, which was remarkable not so much for voluptuousness as for the exaggerated shapeliness some African women have; it was not even her outstanding looks with huge eyes in a milky chocolate face. It was the total package."She's been hanging round you for the last half-hour," whispered Wendy. "Hadn't you noticed?"I had not; I had. "April put the note to her lips and kissed it just as her bedroom door opened and Becky's mum came in. April was surprised but managed to say, "Hullo, Mrs M."Karen Mason came in smiling wickedly and sat on the bed. "Hey, sweetie, I see you have a punishment letter downstairs that says you need a spanking? What happened?"Karen had been surprised to see the punishment letter on the kitchen table as she had received a text from Miss Summers explaining how April had been inadvertently caned due to. I pulled her tight against me and rolled on my back so she was on top.“Mark, I feel that.”“What?”She ground herself on me. “That.”“You're surprised?”“Not after what I felt in the warehouse.” She straddled me and pulled her sundress off over her head. “I was in pageants. I'm used to guys leering at me. Most are complete pigs. You never act that way. You act like a friend.”My brain was processing the sensation of her grinding on me in damp, white bikini panties, and the sight of her.