She was unclad, and he knew that she was unclad. His eyes were like fire, and she could bear neither to look at them nor to look away.“Do not mentio... that I am the friend,” George said. “That can be explained when you are safe at home. Merely say that a servant is washing your clothes which got wet and dirty. I have paper and ink here, if you have finished the soup.” She pushed the bowl away, and he brought the paper, a bottle of ink, and a quill.She wrote what he had suggested. He sprinkled. He took a hold of the bottom of her mini skirt and pulled it up above her panties and had her to hold it up there for him and the other artist could see what needed done. I was pleasantly surprised that even tho she was shy about it she held her skirt up above her panties and as she held the skirt up he stuck his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and out a little past her pussy He rolled his chair in closer to her to get a better look at her pussy area the artist. While she would look good in any of her clothes that she wore to teach school, to the boys, especially the black ones, the pretty blonde teacher was their favorite sexual fantasy. Her desk in the class room was actually only a table. The boys in the front row could easily see her very fine, exposed legs peeking out from beneath the hem of her short skirt. Sometimes when she was bending over to talk to one of the students, her blouse would open up revealing the creamy white tops of her full. "Hey," Isabelle walked towards the much taller girl and pulled her aside, screaming,"What do you think you are doing?" The much taller girl was nearly a head taller than Isabelle and her name was Shakira. Shakira was a student in her class who often bullied the other girls. Shakira had black hair, black eyes and an olive complexion."I was not doing anything," Shakira muttered back in Arabic. Isabelle understood some Arabic."Yes, you did," Isabelle scolded her. Isabelle looked at the much.