I should stay and thank Mr. V for being such a good teacher. I'm sure he'll take it a little easier on me in class if I do. I hope everyone leaves fas... so I don't have to kiss ass in front of anyone... Christine contemplated as she packed up her things. The class quickly emptied and Christine made her way to Vasiliev's desk where he was seated going over some papers. "Mr Vasol... Vasiloff?" Christine stammered on the Russian name. "It's ok honey, you can call me Mr. V." "Thanks Mr. V, you're. I will send youregular e -mails with various purchases you will need to get over thenext few months. Bye my pet speak again soon."With that the phone went silent.. Karen slumped to the floor and wouldhave started to cry but at that moment she heard Andrew's car pull ontothe drive. She quickly put the phone back and ran off to the bathroomwhere she carefully removed the eggs and hid them in her make up bag.She then shouted down "Just getting changed dear will be down in 5."Poor Karen she was. With her head now anchored his companion altered his position and managed to remove her panties and positioned her into such a position that, that hairy target was level with his cock. He undid his belt and pulled down his trousers, baring his throbbing cock and giant size balls and as he companion pushed her head hard into his groin at the same time thrusting his groin up, he grabbed a tit and shoved, not one, not twice but three times till his balls were banging against her backside and now. "Man, that dude is like some k** unwrapping a birthday present. Check it out."Bronson looked back. The female was standing while the male shucked off her pants. The boat rocked a bit. But she put her hands on his shoulders and they did more of that mouth-to-mouth action until things settled down.There wasn't a whole lot of the female, but what there was seemed to please the male. And Bronson had to admit, she did have a certain slender, symmetrical appeal.It came as another surprise when she.