A forty-something attractive blonde woman dressed in a suit stands at a chalk board. Mrs Lowe’s detention room, was written on the black board, she ...as written 40 + 18 = "Now Mister Bryant, what is the answer to this question?" Mrs Lowe asks. A young man walks up to the board and completes the equation. 40 + 18 = great sex He reaches out, grabs the teacher, and begins tearing off her clothes. "Skip." "What, skip, why?" "Look at their faces, he's angry and she's bored, she’s just going. ’ His expression changed from concerned to irritated. ‘Don’t do that. Don’t give me that ‘I have things to do’ bullshit. If you want to leave, just say so.’ ‘I don’t want to leave, but I can’t have you on top of me all the time! You can’t watch me every second of the day, eventually you’re going to have to believe me when I say I’m fine.’ ‘But you’re not fine!’ he yelled. I took a step back instinctively. ‘You think I don’t see you? I see you. You’re fidgeting constantly. You’re still not. As he continued to pound his swollen tool up her ass he concluded, Plus you have the added bonus of being married, so everything you did with, or for, me would be performed as a cheating wife, the best of all possible scenarios. At that moment, the combination of his huge dick ravishing and gaping her anal passage, and listening to his summation of her positively whorish sexual past, brought her to another violent, body bucking climax. Her loud moans, and the wild shudders that wracked her. Wasn't he? - nagging doubt there. Testosterone images of the Aryan warrior rose up to battle the image of the artist. He/she was 50/50. She/he was on the edge. In the immediate universe Adelade Hitler raised her slim right hand with it's narrow dexterous fingers and downed the remaining half of the contents of the vial. Back in the shop, the Wizard's immediate smile was tempered as he sensed that a shadow Adalade had used that same slim hand to dash the contents to the ground. Thirty seconds.