Looking down I see the babysitter Carmen reading on the couch and I couldn’t help noticing what she was wearing, a pink mini skirt and a white tank ...op, with no bra! Just looking at her long brown hair and perfect body was giving me a hard on. I turn around and just as I’m about to walk away she looks up from her book, “Hey Mr.Gaza!” She says happily, putting away her book. God her smile is sexy. “Please Carmen, call me Scott.” I say smiling slowly, feeling the effects of the few drinks I glide. Sue had already completed her studies, during which Mark was barely aware of her as just one of his more than one hundred students.Funnily enough, his vague memory of her as a student was that she always sat at the back of the room with her friend, a woman of her age and similar appearance. They rarely contributed in discussions but reacted in a pointedly negative way whenever gender issues were raised. However, this neither raised Mark’s attention nor his ire as such reactions were par for the. I ignored all the stares from the others and sat down in the first row. I was really self conscious because when I was small I use to get raped :( My hair was long and black, I was a size 34C and playing so much soccer payed off. My ass was great, my legs were long and toned! I was a godess. 'Lets hope guys think so too!' I thought to myself. Then, I saw him ,he walked in with a green button up shirt tucked loosley into his black suit pants. His hair was brown, he looked kind of old, maybe in. It was easy to picture the quirk of her lips, the lusty gleam in her eyes as she regarded me, posed as I was upon the my lover’s phallus. A shiver thrilled through me as fingers brushed my knees. I felt them travelling upward, teasing the intimacy of my inner thighs, coming to a rest a mere hairsbreadth from my pouting, cock filled, cunt. ‘We’re going to leave you, now, and let you think about your offer.’ I whimpered, suddenly more frightened that they might not ravish me like the slut I.