I am showing some cleavage, isn’t that all guys want anyway? I am a B cup, that should count for something. I wish my boobs were like my grades, C�...s. Oh well, add that to my list of complaints. After staring at myself for longer than I should, I finally decide this is the best it’s going to be. I run a comb through my hair and grab my purse off the dresser. Tonight’s going to be a shit show. ******************************************************************************* It’s easy to find the. You're asking for an enormous amount of money, which ultimately comes from the taxpayer.''The money is from EU funds, Miss Strevic, so don't tug at my heart strings. You want me to give five hours of classes a day to seven people, in two groups, and you say that the timetable may change at short notice. That's a much higher number of students than I normally handle. You've asked me to change my normal method of payment and I've agreed. You've beaten me down to living in a pension instead of a. Sorry about that." Okay. Is fine." What do you want to do on Friday? Do you want to go out for dinner together, or anything like that?" I want sex. Until cannot any more. Please, yes?" Sure. I'll call you when I finish dinner, and you come over. Is that good?" Yes, is good. Thank you." You're welcome." Girls are strange.I discovered I'd made a tactical mistake the evening before. The usual 'teaching' process is the teacher repeating the same point two or three times, then writing it on the. About 11 I decide to go to bed, so I shut off all the lights and make my way to the back of the house. A whisper of feeling feathering my hair wakes me from sleep, there is a darker shadow looming above me and I startle, trying to push it away. But my hands jerk to a stop, there is something tied around my wrists, I can only move them about a foot from the headboard. The shadow chuckles and runs his hands over my face, down my neck, and around my silk covered breasts. I try to scream but there.