Every time I would repeat a word, the program would buzz, announcing that my pronunciation was off. I tried my hardest to repeat the phrases correctly... but the graph would always show that my inflections just weren't good enough.The alphabet is different, the sounds are different, and none of the words are familiar. At least in the French language, it's possible to recognize some of the words that are common in our everyday use. In Russian, the only word I could recognize was gas, probably. "Good lord, i couldn't possibly wear that". With Sandra assuring her. "Yes you can, trust me, you'll look soooo fuckable".Once they had bought a few sexy outfits they decided to have a coffee break. It's surprising what effect a bit of retail therapy can have on women and the conversation soon turned to the love tryst they were embroiled in. "While you were showering Steve told me he was going to get us both round his flat on Monday. He intends to fuck us both stupid while Jane's at college".. Yet her as betrayed her, as it continued to dance and torque in a fashion revealing pleasure. Linda pressed as hard as she could into the small of Jen's back. Her buttocks were now lofted into the stratosphere.SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!"Enough!" I said.I reached down and grabbed the paddle that had been in front of Jen for a good ten minutes. Tears had formed in her eyes, and she let out a gasp."Please, noooo." Too late now" I intoned. "In fact, your friend. ”“About how I'm the world's biggest slut,” I muttered beneath my breath.James gave me a sharp look.“Whatever. I got what I needed.” My asshole clenched. His cum leaked out. Oh, I loved that feeling.I made sure my hips wiggled as I sauntered out of the garage. I could feel James's eyes on them. He was all mine.As I stepped out into the cooler air, I frowned. James really got off on the possibility of getting caught. If he was louder, or took a little longer, we would have. I'd have to talk to.