Her tight pussy tugging on the lift. Again and again. I felt that familiar swell. That sexy body up and down, up and down. I was straining now, her br...ath quickened, her face distorted, “Oh my gahhh, Oh my GAAHHH!” So hot, so tight, such a frenzied pace. Her skin and smell and the whole fucking thing. This world class sex goddess, using me to get herself off “I gonna cum. Papi I gonna cum!”I was about to blast too. She went up and down one more time and I heard a sort of wet queef as she. A passing grade was 75%. The order and method she used to strip her outfit would demonstrate her understanding of the subtle colleague diversion tactics taught by the guest lecturer and counted towards her poise score. Her ability to identify Ned’s sensual points also counted toward poise. There would be a final poise step when Indira ran out of clothes. For the remaining flashcards, Indira removed her sweater, and then shrugged off her blouse causing her bra covered cleavage to jiggle. The. We had no other stops to make, so she took the direct route back to our place. I could see that they weren't chatting and laughing as usual; both were staring straight ahead, apparently lost in their own thoughts. For that matter, I was, too, trying to wrap my head around what George had just told us. The boat was one thing, but even that paled in comparison to the rest of what he'd hit us with. He was one of the good guys, one of those people who seemed almost indestructible, yet he'd just. "There's another choice. I could take you to the police station. You can tell them your daddy beats you and you ran away." I can't tell anyone what he does," she said. "You won't tell anyone, will you? Please?"He ignored her plea. "Now I don't know what the police will do, but after asking you lots of questions they might send you back to your daddy, who will know you told them he beats you. Or they might send you to some strange people's house until your mommy gets better. If they do that, the.