"What the fuck is this, mission impossible?" Your mission, agent..." she whispered."When did you all of a sudden--" --this note will self destruct in ......4..." Jeesh. So now you're this, this total sex-driven operative mission specialist thingy person?" I asked.She laughed. "'Thingy person'? Great tutoring skills," she said. "You and I both know this essay is done. Don't you wanna have a little extra fun at the party?" At the party," I said. "At the party with your family and your aunties and. Tell us what’s going on.’ I recounted the events of my meeting with Mr. Blackwell, and how I was being tutored by his assistant. Mrs. King listened, casting knowing glances at Mike as I spoke. They seemed to have come to a conclusion before I’d finished. Like a judge in his court, Mary King laid down the law. ‘Here’s what we’re gonna do. Penny, you will continueyour visits upstairs, but you’re gonna come to me and I’ll undo everything that witch feeds you. I can give you all the information you. I walk toward you. You see that I'm already hard and excited. You are wearing black fully fashioned seamed nylon stockings, with black patent leather high-heeled pumps and a black short skirt, a tight red sweater that shows off your sexy form. I start my gaze from your sexy high heels, up your gorgeous nyloned legs, to your skirt, then take a deep breath as I look at your sexy breasts through the outline of your tight sweater. Getting more excited as I continue up, my eyes come in contact. She whispered to me that she wanted me ever since she saw me. We continued to roll around as my dick was grinding all over her pussy. She got up and took her white blouse off. Then slowly took her skirt off. Wearing only this black laced victoria secret set. I couldnt take anymore so I got up and picked her up. I began by kissing her and working my way to her tits. Although it was a little small it was perky and cute. Unlike my wife's big but floppy tits. Her body was trimmed and her skin was.