He already had a student doing that, so he again said no adding "and for me to change your grade, that could cost me my job, sorry."Feeling hopeless s...e blurted "one night a week I'll be your personal maid."After a brief and thoughtful pause considering the ethics of the situation, he simply asked, "really?"Clearly shocked at her own offer she stammered when she responded that she did indeed mean it but they couldn't tell anyone. She would be ashamed if any of her sorority sisters discovered. “What are you thinking for your body? Let’s start with your breasts.” The Perv asked.Veronica remembered Sissy’s K cup monsters. She wanted to be able to dance so she didn’t want to go that large, but definitely close.“I’d love H cups please!” Veronica’s voice sounded like she was practically begging.Her breasts started to shift and rise. The warmth made her moan and drool. As they expanded and stopped she couldn’t believe what words came out of her mouth.“Bigger” she said. The truth serum. I was sucking her breast like a child does to mother. She was playing with my mother’s nail polish. She then took my hands and started applying nail polish on my fingers. Me: What are u doing? She: It will be fun. Me: Akanksha, I am not a girl. She: your hands will look beautiful.After she was done my hands really did look beautiful. Still I was trying to remember where mom could have kept the remover. Me: Akasnksha, lets marry. She: ah you are getting ideas. Me: I am not joking. Just simple.. Assuming this wasn't some prank by kids, the worst that happened was some domestic abuse. Horrible, yes, but unfortunately, common enough. I could call the non-emergency number to talk to the cops about it.The phone rang when I reached for it. Marcy sobbed in the background.“Hey, lover boy? It's me. You wanna come here for the party, or should I bring it to you? Nah, you know what? Fuck that. I can't drive impaired. I'd have to arrest myself. Marcy's been crying all evening, so she's.