For thesecond time that evening her firm, perfectly manicured hand pushed meback into the chair. "Not yet, I haven't quite finished with you," shesaid...before disappearing back into the salon. My mind started to wander,and wonder, at what else she had in store for me. My erection grewstronger.After a few minutes I heard the squeaking of some wheels and looked overto see Becky pushing the manicure station towards me. She must havenoticed the panic on my face as she said, "Don't worry, sweetie.. Euh… I wish you a good night .. Mohammed looked with frowned eyebrows, his deep dark eyes were impaling my soul and he forced me with my back to the car. He pushed his body to mine, looked me dapper in my eyes and whispered in my ear, no sweety….you need me.. you need a man… a real man…His heavy male scented aftershave , and the smell of testosterone he had made me drown in His words. Open yourself to your needs ,to fulfill mine..believe me.. a bottom like you needs guidance and protection. I. On Thursday morning things were going as normal, even Becky and Lisas class until it ended and then both girls came forward to my desk at the same time. Becky confidently spoke to me like it was a job, Hey Mr. Font, I was talking about the tutoring you were giving me with Lisa, and shed like to come over to study with us after school at my place. Would that be OK? She would have won the Oscar had this been filmed. I think she was setting up to make sure that I would do anything with Lisa. It. I disposed of those torn papers and rushed to the lounge to get fresh printouts. This time I was careful, arranged all the papers, and presented it to her. “Keep it here,” she said in a neutral tone. She was getting ready for the meeting. Her pink shirt and grey skirt were so skin fit that someone could draw her curves over it. Pass me the blazer she said casually. I complied immediately. “Oooh, I forget to bring the shoe polish, can you arrange it fast?” she said. “Ma’am, I think there is a.