I pushed her against the wall. My lips were now going across every bit of her skin. My tongue was dwelling around her nipples, while my hands were alr...ady under her skirt, rolling it up, grasping her cheeks. I wanted her to feel my bare dick against her panties and, from the look in her eyes, I could say it was working.«Put it inside me, I beg you.» Her voice was so faint now, against the mumbles and chutters coming from outside the door. I went on and on. I was going crazy probably, but I. But there is the English to learn. And the independence to earn." My English is getting pretty good," she said."Yes! It's very good! You learn more, in my absence, than when I am here, teaching you!" It is because of Carol!" Margarita said. "She has no Spanish. And the children. I must speak English to them, or say nothing at all!" Motivation," I said."Que?" No-no-no -- not 'que, '. The word is, 'what?' You don't know the word, 'motivation, ' so when you want to ask me what it means, you say,. I grabbed on to her breasts. Abruptly, I pulled her nipples. She seemed to love it as she moaned for some more. I got on my knees. Passing my tongue around her nipples, I pulled up her skirt, and to my surprise, she had no panties. Moving my right hand, I caressed her inner thigh. as I was giving her a hickey under her tits, I could feel a small drip of her cum slowly making its way to her knees. Following the wet path, my finger had no hard task finding the entrance to her pussy. Alternating. That was OK by me. Sally had been very nice and everything, but we had got a bit tired of her routine which didn’t vary much. She always wore a jumper and skirt which she would remove when we got the lights and cameras out to pose in rather demure ways in her undies. She usually wore stockings and suspenders, so no complaints there, in fact we were all rather excited the first couple of times she came for the monthly class on "photographing the model under studio conditions", but you know how.