There was no way he was going anywhere with enough privacy for these goons to do more than talk."I don't think the lady liked you talking to her. I kn...w I didn't like it," he said menacingly."Did you notice that she chose to sit beside me?" asked Morton patiently. "We're friends." Not any more you're not. Stay away from her, got it?" No. We're friends," he repeated. "If you like, you can ask her yourself." You don't seem to be hearing me. I'll be talking to her alright, but it sure as shit. Excitement mixed with anxiety. Interesting connection. Fortunately, the next three days flew by quickly, confusion at work as usual, I dreamed of a little peace, which I couldn't find even at home. I thought that I did not agree to this English, today was supposed to be the first class, and I felt that I had neither the strength nor the desire to do it. Perhaps there was also a fear, my dreams of Mrs. Wong's would come into contact with reality. And reality can be cruel. On my way to class, I. Again, I found myself at Riccardo’s doorstep. He simply opened the door, a bit of a smug, but sexy smile on his face. But no remarks, no “I told you so.” Just himself at the door, nothing more. I was a little more self conscious this time. I hadn’t put effort into myself. Without the dress and the make-up…. I felt as plain as I looked. A few moments of silence passed by before either of us said anything. I stood in the middle of his living room… such an elegant room. I couldn’t find any words. He gasped and his member jumped in my mouth, pre-cum pushing its way out of his cock and onto my tongue. I began sliding up and down on him, feeling the heat of his cock as the blood made it swell in my mouth. I loved sucking him.The warm evening air brushed across my face carrying the scent of the trees and grass. I felt his hand make its way down my back and over my ass, pulling up my skirt to bare my ass to the wind. I had no panties on and the wind revealed my wetness as it blew gently.