" You never can tell. You could be a runway model. You're the right heightand weight and your pretty little body is perfect." Right, that's just what ... want to do. Give up teaching and slave overfashionistas."They both had a good laugh and finished their lunch. Mary suggested thatthey do some shopping after Frankie invited her out to the beach house.She wanted to pick up some new clothing to go dancing and bar hoppingwith.They agreed that between the Hamptons and Fire Island, they should. A rank liar--despicable. THIS IS WHAT SHE DESERVES: Here's what I want to do with her, and will do it if she ever crosses my path: There's a vacant former mental asylum near where I live---been unused for over 20 years, sitting on the real estate market. I have some good prescription d**gs I have to take for my PTSD: anti anxiety meds, bipolar meds---they get me through my day, but would turn someone who never developed a tolerance to them into a drooling zombie, She would end up eating a lot. Others you may enjoy. I don't care either way. The end result will be that your classroom behavior will improve. Now, follow me.“ Sandra obediently, if reluctantly, followed Jason to his bedroom. As he instructed her, she laid across his bed and let her head hang off one side. Sandra glared at him as Jason removed his clothes. She gasped when she saw the nine inches of fat cock he was about to use on her. “Jason please, it won't fit. I can't take that much cock in my mouth.” Sandra pled. Friends who were there for each other at all times. Morning and night. Becoming friends with her wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to fuck her. I continued chatting with her for a month until I finally found a way. After a month I finally got the perfect dialogue to insert that sexual edge that I wanted. I finally got my start. Just as always we started normally and in the middle of the conversation.Me: Priya, sorry to do this, but I have to go now.Priya: AlrightMe: Yeah I have to do.