As you hang the phone I act as if I don’t notice as if I were paying no attention to what you were saying or doing, even though that is all I was do...ng. --what is it you need miss Romanis --I just wanted to know if you were going to come to the final presentation?— --of course I am, why wouldn’t I? --since you didn’t answer me back I just believed you weren’t interested in seeing some of your students dance? And as I said that last phrase my heart was beating so fast I could not think of. Yes, i said painfully.Sitting back comfortably on the settee, she said, right, slowly drop em, I want a show. Not wanting more pain, I slowly put my fingers on my boxer waistband and pulled them down. I was still semi hard, so she took the opportunity of casually picking up a ruler my wife had been using earlier and began slapping my dick with it. I cried out with pain, which she found extremely funny. After thoroughly examining my cock which she said was now her new toy, she told me to go to. She put her arms around my neck but stood away from me a little, deliberately leaning forward so that the front of the tank top fell away from her body. The guys were looking back at us as they walked away and I knew they could clearly see her tits through the open armhole.“Did you like that?” she asked playfully. “I think they saw me.”“Yes, I liked that. And I think they still see you,” I said, glancing down at her chest. I could see her cleavage, and almost see her nipples from my. I instinctually squeezed. He asked. "How's it feel? Nice right? Soft". I shook my head yes. She was Hispanic, about 5'5", rotund, and bruised on her arms and thighs (possibly from intravenous d**g use or just rough sex). She turned around and pulled down her sweatpants. Now fully nude and grabbing at my crotch, she asked if I wanted to fuck. I said yes, but was lacking a condom (a lie). They said it wasn't a problem. She began unzipping my fly and tugging on my turgid member, then lowered.