She said to me softly, “Come on, you don’t have to call me ma’am after school hours”. I hesitated and replied, “All good, Rashmi”. She tea...ed me saying, “Wow, look at you catching on so fast”. Getting a little nervous, I didn’t know what to say.There wasn’t much work left in the auditorium. People slowly started clearing out, leaving less than a handful of people. Tired of arranging chairs, I went to Rashmi to ask if we were done for the day.“Tired already, huh? Your girlfriend would be very. She was surprised to feel her pussy start to feel the familiar tingle as her nipple hardened from the attention of the unknown hand.There was movement on the bed, first at the side of her, then below. Fingers held her pussy lips open and she felt a tongue start lapping at her. Screaming she tried desperately to move, her legs, arms, feet. But she was bound in a position where the only thing she could do was cause herself harm. The tongue worked itself deeper and deeper into her. She cried out. In the background Hartman had some music playing. It was a strange but very soothing song in a foreign language Ruthie did not recognize, sung by the most beautiful woman's voice she had ever heard. As nervous as she was at the moment, Ruthie was curious about the music. Hartman responded that it was from a European group called "Socrates' Mistresses"."Her voice is addictive, isn't it?"Ruthie nodded.Hartman looked over Ruthie's questionnaire and asked her new client to talk about herself and. She said she had found them in your room and was afraid your dad would find them and kill you. Who do you think he'll believe? I'll even tell him that after your mom found them, you threatened her. you threatened to lie and tell him that you saw her fucking me if she didn't give them back. She refused." I had turned the tables on Carrie. Now she was back where she started. There was no way she could make her dad believe her instead of Karen. Carrie began to cry again. Karen looked relieved..