This caused a fire to light up between Crystal's legs. Perhaps she could push this a tad bit further."But how do I know some other brilliant, beautifu... student won't come along up in New York and steal your favoritism away from me?" she asked suggestively. "What can I do to make sure you won't forget me?"Crystal wandered over to Mr. Wilson's desk, fully aware his eyes were closely following the swaying of her full, curvy hips and butt. She spun herself around and sat cross-legged on the edge of. “Dining late today, aren’t you, sir?” she asked, smiling with that friendly greeting. “Yeah, I have a long break today. By the way, I’m terry,” he said extending his hand. She took his hand and shook it. “I’m Cassandra, but they call me Cassie. I’ve seen you here a lot lately. You always sit by yourself and watch people.” “Yeah, I guess I’m a people person; I like watching busy people.” She put her hands on her hips and smiled down at him. “You like watching some people’s backsides; I’ve. “Stand up, sweetie,” Pauline Manson instructed almost in a whisper and smiled as Zofeya Caldwell complied.“Now, we shall have you back over my knee and re-introduce you to my clothes brush seen as I know how much you love it.” She smiled as she walked past the girl and sat back down on the padded seat.“Back over you go – hands flat on the floor, dear.” Pauline tapped the brush on her silky-skirted knees and watched the girl position herself.Pauline Manson placed the brush on Zofeya Caldwell’s. Iwanted to drive it, but she was right to insist upon driving it. We gotto my place and I just couldn't wait to kick of my heels. Towards the endof the day they really started to hurt my feet. I put in her wash when wecame in. I thought she should do it, but she made a crack about mycomplaining like a little girl, so I did it slightly out ofembarrassment. The night continued awkwardly. I placed the clothes in the dryer whileshe watched TV, and ate a sandwich for dinner. All I ever bought.