The bus resumed its journey and after some time, I thought I should talk to her.“Long journey ahead”, I said.“Yeah indeed. I had no choice. Othe...wise, I’d have gone by train. It’s better”, she replied.“Agreed!” and we shared a chuckle.Slowly we started talking and then I came to know that her name was Riya and she was a divorcee (YAY!) and was traveling to Mumbai to have fun over the weekend. She liked traveling but always preferred trains.“I like meeting and exploring new people”, she said. Mrs Scott tapped Mike’s bottom three times before raising the cane and bringing it down with a fierce flick of her wrist. Zoe saw the red line appear across Mike’s bottom just as Mike screamed out in pain. Zoe almost came as she clenched her thighs tight to increase the sensation in her pussy. Mike bent his legs as the pain vibrated across his bottom. It hurt, oh boy it hurt. He held his breath and closed his eyes tightly shut trying so hard to keep hold of the chair. The struggle was a delight. “Limited in the sense that you are only a sophomore,” she logically reasoned aloud. “You couldn’t tutor junior or senior level classes, and certainly not in the highest difficulty of classes that I am taking.”I wondered why she wasn’t taking classes at Barnhoff College like I envisioned myself doing in the afternoons my senior year, but I didn’t wonder enough to actually find out.Instead, I said, “You might be surprised, but then you’re not here for help in classwork, are you. So, what is it. "Lady Bishop eyed both of them speculatively."Both of you are completely aware of what I have proposed for you.Both of you must know it is a good deal. Now you must convince each other that you are both worthy. I propose that during the rest of the day you consider the merits and advantages of what I have suggested.Tonight, James, if you suspect that this woman may have the ability to make you a happy man, you should attempt to enter her room and prove your worth. And, Denise, if you feel that.