If there is something you think I missed text me, don’t call me anymore and don’t come over here, do you understand?’ I surprised myself with th... coldness. ‘. . . . . . I understand. . . . . I just. . . . . . I want to see you before, let me pick up the box?’ ‘no we’re done here’. I hung up the phone and grabbed the box. I had packed it when I got his voicemail of him screaming at me calling me a whore and him saying he was going to pimp me out to his friends to pay off his loans amongst other. The end of the semester was within a couple of weeks, and I was a little dissapointed. I guess those smiles once in a while during his lessons meant nothing afterall. I been aching for just a little bit of physical touch, but I never seen him hug anyone. Today, I wore a mini skirt and a shirt that showed a little bit of cleavage- I walked by his office to find him reading a book. I gently knocked on the door, and he turned around. ‘Hello, take a seat.’ I gave him a smile and sat down. I let my. I thought that he was just about to fill my hungry mouth with his steaming stream ofcream when we heard the garden door close so we had to make an emergency stop.We almost got caught by my mother, Marcus had a cook's apron on so was able to dropthat over his spittle covered, seconds from unloading, rampant cunt filler.After dinner, we all sat on mom's large sofa with her in the middle - no chance of himaccidentally brushing his arm against my hard nipples or us feeling each other's ass.Mom's. She hung back in the background, but from what I could see she was very young (based on her hands which was all I could see).I watched the cam footage from their house with interest. They had very little in terms of furniture and other possessions. I picked up nothing of interest from the bedroom, and the ensuite camera was obscured by a towel all of the time. That frustrated me.I was waiting for the architect to come and do a final inspection on my ensuite renovations. I passed the time in the.