“You wanted to meet me sir?” asked Seema.She was standing outside the accounts department of her college as she had been summoned there right in t...e middle of a lecture. She had a fair inkling of what this might be about but she asked anyway.“Miss Seema…” said the accountant as he wore his glasses and flipped through some files. Then he used his computer to display a result. “You haven’t paid the semester fees yet. I believe you were given a period of time on sentimental or sympathetic grounds. She set down her almost empty mug and walked over to him and he took her hand and stood facing the camera.“Since you’re recording, can I get a copy?” Tegan asked.“Sure.” Jackson said, a note of surprise in his voice. Making a sex tape was one of his many bedroom suggestions to which Tegan had repeatedly objected. “Are you going to ask that I not let anyone see it?”“No.”“You don’t care?” Jackson said, challengingly.“I encourage it.” Tegan countered.“You really have changed. Let’s see how much.”. ”Dan had a quick glimpse of her white panty as he held the passenger door open for Wendy to step into his Mustang.“The Go Go Club sure gets a lot of our business lately,” she smiled, taking his hand.“It offers the best sexy fun besides the Hen House.”While dan drove towards Belleville, Wendy invited his fingers past the cotton fabric of her panties.Dan paid the entrance fee and escorted his lovely inside. The sensual moves of the topless teenage stripper were no match for the sexy, slutty. “Lock the door,” she whispered, his mouth inches from hers. She slid her jacket off and left it lying in the floor, following him behind his desk as he sat down. She climbed into his lap, straddling him, while she teased his mouth with hers again. Her body instinctively started grinding against his, and she could feel his cock straining against his pants. She moaned, grinding harder against him. His mouth was all over her, and his fingers were quickly undoing the buttons on her blouse. She.