His eyes zoomed in, right up my dress. He was one student I didn’t mind taking a look up my dress. We both smiled and pick up all his stuff. I spott...d some of his other drawings. He quick tried to grab them. They were drawings of a guys hands groping girls tits and pussy‘s. I said: “Mich, I’m a grown woman, let me see them please.” He was embarrassed but handed them over to me. The art work was outstanding. The detail, the colors all were professional looking. I whispered: (“Mich, these are. She was taken with the power she held in this bar; the two men beside her were coming over her legs because she had control of their male organs and the rest of the customers in this dark seedy bar were mesmerised by her attractive female form and were obviously lusting after her.Michele waited until her two companions had finished their climax and then she amazed everyone in the bar, herself included, by lifting her hands to her mouth and placing her sperm spattered fingers, one at a time,. ”“That wasn’t so bad Mark, right what do I wear next?” I asked.“This set next,” he said handing me a black lacy pair of knickers, and bra. The knickers I saw were lace at the front, but transparent at the back, the cups of the bra lace, but my nipples would be visible through it. Had I done the right thing, prancing around like this in front of my son?“Do you need a hand Linda?” He asked.“Just unclip me, oh, and what shoes?” I asked.He undid my bra, as he said “keep those ones on. I’ll be. I guess I was on the right track, though, when the Sheriff showed up.”I was feeling different about her. Still cautious and would need to talk to Tim, but still … “You said you were used to being beaten. Were you beaten a lot? By him?”“Yes. He seemed to really hate me. I suppose I had really messed up his life.”“What about your mother. What was she doing during all this?”She chuckled but her face was saddened, “My mother, right.” She chuckled, again. “My mother is a weak woman. I think she was.