Ms. Cortez casually tugged her clothes back into place, then appropriated my underwear and used it to wipe up the worst of the jism on the coffee tabl.... I was left half-naked in just my shirt and shoes. "Go ahead and sit down," she directed me, "and let's get to work." I gestured at myself and asked, "like this?" but she didn't relent. "Yes, like that. I want to be able to see when your attention is wandering."So we spent the remainder of the session reviewing biology with me just hanging out. I remember watching her as they Both slid into her cunt, and she just looked at me and smiled. The other thing I remember about that night was the amount of cum Navi actually took. What had really turned her on was talking to me throughout the evening in the dirtiest and filthiest language. I remember calling her Kanjari, Haramazadi, and telling her tum itni harami hoh, kay apnay khavund kay saath mil kar, thoo lun lehti hoh, and she had relplied, kya karu, khavund aisa millay toh Kanjari baan. About half the time, the more business-like I looked, the better my treatment was. Which is unacceptable. Every customer should be treated the same. I know for a fact my reports had gotten more than a few hotel managers talked to.The lobby was not the nicest I'd seen, but someone clearly cared about it. "Tired" was the word that resurfaced. The registration desk was relatively busy for 5 p.m. on a Thursday; most folks were usually checked in by then or would much later in the evening. A very. We had to." It seems that you picked up the wrong bags when we left. Both ofyour bags are full of trash."It took a while before that really sank in. "If I just broughttwo bags of trash, what am I supposed to wear." There was asinking feeling deep in my gut.Mom refused to look at me. "I'm sure that we can find some ofAunt Carla's old cutoffs and T-shirts that will fit you. She wasreally quite a tomboy, so it shouldn't be too bad." So, I'm supposed to wear Aunt Carla's old clothes. What's next.