He was a little confused about using hippopotamuses or hippopotami but he was quite sure that they were in Africa because his mama told him so.His mam... was never wrong.Unfortunately, she did not want to get into the discussion about what to call two or more hippos when using a plural to describe them accurately.Even though Harry had never seen an Octopus, he was certain Octopuses was the correct way to refer to multiple Octopus creatures. Then, along came the “know it all” schoolteacher. Releasing one of her wrists, I moved my hand down and placed it on her neck, my fingers around her throat as her eyes remained fixed intently on mine. As my grip tightened, her mouth opened and her eyes closed with ecstatic enjoyment. “Where’s your finger?” I asked, squeezing her throat as I slowly deprived her of air. “In my ass,” she responded with a raspy, breathless gasp. “And whose ass is that?” “Yours.” Leaning down, pinned her neck roughly to the bed with my hand as I spit into her. Mum had to concentrate on her driving and she couldn't really stop me."Lift up from the seat," I told her without any hope of her doing it.To my amazement she hesitated then did lift herself clear and I slipped the skirt of her dress right up and clear of the seat. When she settled back down her bare skin was on the seat cover and her legs and cunt were exposed almost up to her waist. She was flushed and would not meet my eye. I reached down and rubbed my palm all over her genitals. I reached. The terrified girl next to me tried to wipe off some of the excess butter with her napkin, much to our amusement. Rachel didn’t even bother with the bread.Minutes later, four steaming, quart sized, cracked pottery bowls were delivered by our waitress who still hadn’t spoken a word to us.Barely submerged rice on one side and overfilled seafood on the other with a hearty broth filled the steaming bowl.“This is good,” I noted. Our Inhuman guide grinned before digging in. The other two blew across.