“No, I need to ask you a few questions about some guests you had staying here before the stage robbery west of town.”“Are you with the law?”�...I’m a Special Deputy with The Marshal’s Service,” Hoyt said, showing his badge.“Sure, Deputy, how can I help you?”“Can you tell me who the men were that was said to be on the stage when it was robbed?”“I’ve already given the Marshal their names, but I have them right here.”Hoyt looked at the names, which were the same as the stage lines had them listed.“Is. I love these jeans you wear. They compliment your body. I love when a woman realizes this and wears clothing to emphasize her features. It says a lot about her.” Melissa, unfamiliar with all the compliments she’d received from Ms. Marquette felt warm. It was rather odd in fact, she thought as she found herself looking back at her professor and eyeing her teacher’s bodily features as well. That alone, had her wondering. Is this teacher, this woman, making a play for me? Is she, Melissa asked. But the arguments would always end with him winning, because he was so much more brilliant that I was with his words and he was very persuasive and could make me accept whatever he said, even despite myself. He would point out that I did indeed receive something from sitting for him, and that would be my immortality etched on canvas. “Look here,” he would say with increasing anger, motioning to the art he was doing. “This is you, this is all you. I’ve made you and your beautiful young face and. "I used to be a man big and proud and smart, just like you," he said in a manner that sounded rehearsed. His voice had a certain schoolgirl tone to it. "Now I'm just a stupid, cocksucking whore!"Matheson grinned at me, slapping his cock against Vicki's face. Vicki pretended to be surprised by it, but I could tell this was just part of the routine. "See? He loves it." Can I suck it now, Master?" he asked longingly."Of course," Matheson answered.Vicki immediately began bobbing up and down on the.