She liked him and ever since Mr. Smart told her who her next client was she'd been looking forward to it."I like you Mr. Thompson. You're the best tea...her I ever had," the girl murmured and she meant it. In class he'd always treated her with respect, unlike many of the other teachers who seemed to know that she'd been doing special favours for men since she was twelve.Mr. Thompson's hand reached up and found her soft, pulsing breasts. "You're a lovely girl June... er Crystal." He worked at the. She slid her hips down my midsection. She reached between her legs and took hold of my erection with both hands. With a quick motion she came down, my cock split her wetness, and she buried me in her. I felt my head ram her cervix deep inside. "Ohh, GAAWWD!" she screamed. She leered at me maniacally and slapped me yet again across my face that was still numb from the last couple blows. She grabbed her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, stared at the ceiling, and began to fuck me hard up. Her eyes were a little brighter, her hair a little darker. They wouldn’t have been twins, but maybe perhaps sisters. But the more he watched her, the more different she was compared to his love. She was fiery, courageous, brave and headstrong. There was sadness in her too; she had suffered a great loss. And there was something else about her he couldn’t quite identify. She was… different than other humans. There was magic in her veins. She had power, and she didn’t even realise it. It had been. The office was plush, oak paneling and rich wool carpeting. Seconds after introducing myself to the receptionist a middle aged man wearing a dark gray business suit appeared. He extended his hand. "Mr. Reese, I'm Herm Bennett. Won't you please come into my office." I followed him. His office was every bit as plush as the reception area. As I was sitting down in one of the two leather arm chairs in front of Mr. Bennett's desk I glanced at the oil paintings on the walls. They all appeared to be.