He'd chosen a tank top and shorts, but hadn't put anything on his feet. He answered the door barefoot.She'd opted for another tank top and shorts too,...with sandals. Her hair was now in a loosely woven French braid that lay on her back like it was hugging her. She had a plastic shopping bag hanging from one hand.She got excited when he told her about being able to choose a lesson plan to kick off her instructional experience with, but then got nervous as she looked at the choices.By the time. Besides, I think you owe me after those tease jobs before.”“Did I now? How many nights did you spend jerking off to dreaming of fucking me senseless, Rajah? How many times did you imagine it was me instead of one of your other girls?”“You’re unique, I’ll give you credit for that, Rai.”“Of course. It’d be boring if I was passive girl number twenty-nine in your pleasure harem. A girl needs to stand out of the crowd, and push the right buttons for the Rajah, the White Rajah, to take notice. I’m. ”Nicola just stared at me for a moment, then her eyes narrowed. “Really?”“Yes, really,” I managed to say with as much conviction as I could. It was a lie, and she probably knew it was a lie, but she didn’t push it any further. Then I decided to turn the tables on her. “So, come on... You’d really go nude? And maybe with a man too?”Nicola turned a little defensive, pulling the bed covers up around her neck then, covering her ample cleavage which had been staring me in the face over the low-cut. I couldn't even respond until I had jerked the last of my cum load onto the kitchen's tile floor. Only then did I jump. I didn't look back. I raced for my room to ready myself for armageddon.When the hammer came down, I was still praying for a way to escape of this mess. Mother entered the room, totally concealed in a thick bathrobe."I have to have a good talk with you young man. How could you have betrayed your mother like this? You defiled the last thing that was good between us. I should.