My chest throbs with pride. They have come. I am worthy. I will be their entertainment. Their eyes will consume my body, shaking before them, bathed, ...listening and quivering in orgasmic pleasure as they find each other in the darkness, as mouths swallow throbbing cocks, as fingers flick their way across swollen clitoral nubs, as nipples are sucked, pussys licked, and as phalluses are buried between soaking wet labia all eyes will be on me.A hush descends, the air weighted with expectation, the. ‘Why not begin with what you know? Or don’t know about whatever it is you’d first like to know,’ he told her. ‘Like what?’ she said allowing him to turn the key she’d actually given him in the lock, the door slowly opening. ‘Why don’t we start with masturbation?’ he asked. Hearing that, she did laugh, but it was a nervous laugh too. ‘I already know how to do that!’ she told him. ‘Do you?’ His simple question paralyzed her momentarily, she found herself tongue-tied and unable to speak as words. "I could. Given time." Do you think anyone else could learn them?" Sir, if you're asking me to pass on my knowledge, I will gratefully to students who can use it. But I will not simply turn my studies over to a book for irresponsible students to leaf through at their whim."His expression took on a pall of surprise, and then he leaned back in his chair. "I see. Desa has taught you very well." Thank you, sir."He clasped his hands together on the table. "I have no illusions about your first. Tom noticed that her diminutive frame seemed to be the standard for the Chinese people. Her tiny hands and feet almost made her look like a child, but the wisps of gray in her hair and the small wrinkles around her eyes dispelled that."Why do you want to be my cook?" Tom noticed that she never looked up, but he heard her soft voice. "My family is gone. My husband is dead and the children are all gone. I like to cook, but I am alone. I want to be with people again, I want to feel useful again.".