She was dressed that way now and thought nothing of it. Tony would have seen it as an invitation as, I suspected, would most men.“Did he try to touc... you?” I asked, suspiciously.“Not then, Mum. We must have talked for an hour or more. Well, I talked while he listened. It was long enough for him to have opened a second bottle of wine anyway. By the time I had stopped crying, that bottle had nearly gone too. I was far too drunk to walk home, and Tony was too drunk to drive me, so he suggested we. He was Russian, we met in a bog and he invited me home to his place. I was hoping for a good oral session and, believe me, he was VERY good but he had an ulterior motive. His cock was the largest I have ever seen outside of a porn film It was thick and it was long and it fascinated me. He asked me to let him try to excite me enough to let him put the head into my almost virgin bum.There was something about this guy, he was just turning me on. He promised to stop at any time and that he would be. For the last three weeks, Jenny Walsh had shown up to class five minutes early each day and had been perfectly prepared. At first, the class, and I do mean the entire class, had turned around and stared at her as she whittled off fact after fact. She was impressive. Now, they just believed her to be a goody two shoes and had returned to being zombies on their phones. Jenny smiled and winked at me, like the wink I had given her when we first met. “Yes, Ms. Walsh, that is absolutely correct. I. “My artist friend?”“Yeah, Olivia Beringer. She couldn’t take her eyes off you the other night. Jackie mentioned you went out to dinner with her.” He gulped down some more wine and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I had no idea you were into girls.”My heartbeat quickened. “I’m not. It was just dinner.”He pulled out his wallet and left a generous amount of bills on the table—at least he was a good tipper. He yanked on his jacket. “Let’s get out of here. It’s fucking boiling with all.