..?”Marie twists her face up, “I don’t know about slut ... But ... Yes ... I want to be dirty ... I want to do something really naughty...”And... looks around the factory unit, then asks, “If you want to do something naughty, and you work in a place like this ... Why not try stuffing a few fish in your cunt? You could do it in a tank – I’m sure the boys here could build something for you...”Marie laughs a little, “It’s funny you should say that, because I’ve thought about it ... I think it would. ”“It’ll come son, it’ll come.”“When?” I asked.“And that my son is the question of the ages.”He left me, at least I was feeling less depressed. I pulled out my Julius Caesar book, and had a quick run through a couple of scenes. I’d just reached the point where Caesar exclaims ‘“Et tu Brute’ and expires when my phone rang. It was Cal letting me know that they’d reached the airport and were in the queue to check in. Her Mum was going with her to Munich, staying overnight to get her settled in to. She nodded her acceptance at this suggestion. She heard that it was the duty of white women to subjugate themselves to the superior black race whether male or female; she smiled at the idea and mouthed her approval toward the unseen tutor. All the while that the soft voice was whispering to her the screen was displaying a slideshow that graphically reflected the words that she was hearing. She stared at an ever-changing vista of black cocks being attended to by white hands, mouths and cunts.. . well, not a very high price, do you think?" Hm, I hadn't thought of it like that. Okay, how about... if I make any B grade, I'll sleep with you every night for two weeks. If I make any A grade, I'll sleep with you every night for a month, except for my period. Would that be better?"I smiled. "I think I could live with that. Under these conditions, when we get together, you will be completely serious about studying. You will make every effort to be there at the agreed time. If you can't make.