He'd help her with that. Soon. "You're a nice girl, Jo," he clucks.She scowls and huffs a breath. Leaning back, she kicks the shoes from her feet. "Ho... would you know what kind of girl I am?"His fingers follow the boning of her top, fanning out over her breasts before coming back together at her cleavage. "Nice girls don't wear things like this..." His hands grip the front of the bustier and he jerks outward, tearing the fastenings and hooks apart.Satin rips like paper, easily shredding and. Jason didn't wait for her command immediatley began sucking on her breast. They felt so good inside his mouth, and she moaned softly. He licked her nipples, and they got harder. He continued licking and sucking until Senorita told him to stop."Did that taste good Jason," Senorita asked, staring at him through her sexy glasses. Jason nodded, and she said "Well now it's my turn, sit up on the desk." Jason got up and sat on her desk as she got up and took a knee on the floor. She then undid his. Humility, submission, obedience, these are the trait we will worktogether to develop in you. And what better way than by having you shamed and humiliatedin such ridiculous outfits?”She stopped to laugh.“Oh, I am sorry darling, but I can't help but laugh at the spectacle you make in thatget-up, all ‘tits, bits and bum’!”She dissolved in helpless laughter until her eyes watered.“But, please Mary, please, I rally don't like wearing this stuff!”In his urgency he had forgotten the correct form of. Oh yes, Mother had it coming. Daddy? Well, she had nothing against Daddy. Daddy was…collateral damage. Claire had planned the crash with the meticulous diligence and precision that went into her every school project. She learned which parts of the Mercedes could be subtly altered within the bounds of normal manufacturing variation, which trace drugs would escape chemical analysis. Between her extensive research and icey intellect, by the time she executed her plan, she understood crime scene.