I slant her head to the right and deepen the kiss, dancing my tongue with hers. Delighting in the moans it creates, I continue to kiss my slut while ...owering my hands from her face to caress her tits. The mounds feel lovely in my hands and the nipples tighten and pucker against my palms. RIP! Before she can realize what I’m doing, I pull her blouse apart popping every button and pull it back from her shoulders so that it pins her arms. Her chest is thrust forward giving me access to her. I thought of how reluctant she had been to share her pictures with me on the internet. She was really uncomfortable with the idea of all of these men possessing pictures of her undressing and then nude. She was probably afraid that they would end up all over the internet.She was probably right. I didn't doubt that before she could return home to Germany, her friends and co-workers would be able to find nude pictures of her on the net if they put a little effort into it.Inga began to pose as the. "I will not have you ruining my pants. Go change into something more appropriate for doing nails." A look of sheer terror crossed my face. "Hurry up. You're embarrassing me." What could I do? I don't know. Maybe I could have stood up to her, maybe not. Before all this happened, I would have said, "hell no bitch" and told her where to stick it. But now I was helpless against her. Every time I stood up to her, she made me regret it. Why should this be any different? I felt so nervous. Alan responded, bidding him to come in, momentarily forgetting to put the said books away that he was so proud of collecting without John’s notice. “Uh… hi John,” Alan said, or at least tried to say nonchalantly. “Hello to you too,” John was gentle and calm, but Alan did not notice any sternness in his voice, even as he glanced over at the 3 volumes. “You needed them to study; that’s okay, I’m sure that you were going to inform me,” John continued calmly. “Of…of course… I learned my lesson last.