"Mario read his line "Serena, I must thank for risking your life and safety to rescue me from them."Martina read her line, "Luciano, I do what I have ...o do. I had to take out all the hitmen to bring you back to your family."Mario then ran his hand through her hair before deeply kissing her lips like in the script while his other hand was on her hip. His hands were running through her body as the kissed turned passionate. He then carried her in his strong arms to the bedroom as scripted, along. ..the sounds of her labored breathing. The gentle quivers of her body as I kneaded the stony-firm nubs of her nips with my fingers.I began to flick my tongue over her clit with alternating circles and darts. SOme hard...some butterfly soft and almost just grazing. Her hands and fingers began to tug at my hair....her words unintelligable and somtimea profane. My cock ached......it's head a deepening purple. A wet spot the size of a silver dollar graced the front of my jeans, precum oozing almost. They're small steps, not baby steps. Right!" And so it went, for the rest of the hour. We were directed to remember how we walked around the camp. "We'll be watching you and checking up. You're here to be girls, aren't you? Say it!"We all chorused, "Yes," and a couple of the girls added, "I'm here to be a girl!" Maryanne sang out her favorite line, "I enjoy being a girl!"At the end of the class, we all stood up and curtseyed to Mrs. Johnson. Then she drilled us on our curtseys--how to hold our. I waited in the car while my uncle went to sort out a room for us and when he came back he told me they only had a double bed in a single room left so we could either stay here or carry on driving to the next place but I could see he was tired and said that this place will do.We parked up outside our room and grabbed a couple of things and headed inside. The place was small and a little dirty but it was a room and it had a bed so that was all that mattered. I got undressed while my uncle was in.