Stephanie looked up at him, smelling his sweat, causing her to get more excited, cant you stay for a while? Jamal stood there, thinking about an answe..., as he looked down at huge tits pushing against her blouse, and showing lots of cleavage. Mrs. Wengler, I honestly would stay, but I really need to get the homework done, because its due tomorrow. Stephanie noticed him looking down her blouse and decided it was now or never. She reached out and grabbed at his groin. Jamal jumped back a little. "Nice to see you again, gah, idiot." She said cursing herself for her clumsiness as she quickly packed her books away in her bag.Being around Mr Anderson always made her so nervous and tongue tied, although she wasn't sure why. While he was a tall man and had a commanding presence, he was always well mannered and friendly and often made her laugh. But there was just something about him that made her feel unsure of herself.She padded bare foot down the hall to the master bedroom.Peeking around. " Sure." was the waiter's only reply.I heard him turn and walk towards the door. It opened and closed and then Eric and I were alone."Very good, Lexi; You take orders well." Thank you." Champagne?" he asked."Just a sip."He popped the cork, poured me some, and placed a glass in my hand. In one gulp, it, and John's leftover sperm, was gone.He took the glass away from me, and I heard him place a few glasses on a table."Lexi, lay down on your stomach, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue."I. Looking good and moving graciously became impersonal things, like learning French or history. There was no link to his personal reality. He took it all for granted – as he knew everyone did. And finally it became an unconscious part of his life, conditioning his mind.The routine started each morning, after running.In the end he came to a point where he knew he’d feel bad if he skipped shampooing and blow-drying his curly hair – even if he hated the effect. He’d also feel uncomfortable the rest.