As the students worked, we started a whispered, casual conversation. She began to flirt in her own innocent way. She was attractive, but not a beauty ...n classical terms. Jenna was wearing a professional skirt that hit her legs just above the knees. Her skirt was hiked up a little, because of her leaning forward on my desk. I had never been that attracted to her, but the sight of her legs and ass, accented by that short skirt, began to turn me on. I knew she was inexperienced and a little bit of. “It’s so hard” she commented and she gripped me gently. so hot”“I though you have seen one before! I asked“Oh only fumbles and they were under the covers, I never really got a good look. This is amazing; it’s throbbing in my hand”. Much more if this I thought and it’ll do more than just throb!I pulled her to her feet and guided her to the bed. She lay down looking at me with apprehension in her eyes.“Now for these” I said. I gripped her panties and slipped them slowly down. She raised her bum. And that would imply that there might also be a failure in the force fields that enclosed her villa.Beatrice's assumption was correct. Less than a day later, she walked along the path that led out of the villa with the expectation that her forward motion would be halted between the seventh and the eighth paving stone. She wasn't held back at all. She managed to tread on the ninth paving stone, then the tenth and onwards with no resistance at all. Although Beatrice didn't actually know what was. She purchased a brown silk lined pair of leather pants that fit her perfectly for a just a few dollars. In a store like Neiman-Marcus, it would have cost over three hundred dollars. She bought shoes that were comfortable. A few pair three inch heels, several flats, and some running shoes.She left her slut clothes with Lena when she moved out. They were piled in a corner of her walk in closet. Finally settled in, she looked at the job market for entry level employment. Knowing she had no job.