Alana was the Scarface. Alana had to cover her ugly face lest she scared away visitors.It was early morning, but her day had gone to the underworld al...eady. She looked accusingly into the highly polished pewter plate that served as mirror. Even the imperfect image showed the scars on her left cheek where the hot coals had forever destroyed her beauty. And beautiful she had been! At fourteen, the young nobles had already vied for her favour.Everything had changed on that fateful evening. And she. ' Mistress Arsenijevi? makes a circling motion andI twirl. She nods approvingly. "Class this is what I have been talkingabout. Stubborn Jezebel here had a vision and incorporated criticism fromothers to tame her wildest ideas and come up with, and yes I will say it,this gorgeous dress. Just good luck getting in or out of cars orsqueezing into a bathroom stall."I thank my teacher for the compliment."The beading work, here and here is really exquisite, and the skirt isridiculous for 99% of womyn,. When we got back, I did not bother to put my cock back in my pants it was so hard!As soon as we were in the door, she turned to me and pressed me against the wall, and began kissing me while she pulled off her own clothes. She then proceeds to undress me as we continued to make out leaning against the wall. She placed my cock between her legs and used it to get herself off by rubbing on my cock without actually putting it in her.In a breathless voice, she asked me what she could do to help. I feel his thumb caressing my back as he holds me in his arms. "I was just thinking about you." I tell him in a quiet voice. "I hope it made you wet." He whispers in my ear. "You always do." I smile. He takes my hand. "Come here for a second. Lets go over in this other room for a minute." He says and pulls me in that direction before I can say no. Once we are alone, I see the smile on his face. He opens my robe without taking is eyes off my face. I feel his hand glide over my skin.