These people follow a path, let us say, with more curves to it then the average wizard. These crafters of spells are indeed another kettle of flounder...altogether!It is known that the ranks of the Womanizers are open to both men and women, though truth be told telling just which is which is a task harder then any of the 235 puzzles of sticky doom to be found among the ruins of the mysterious Forrest of Spunt.Most seem to be of the race of man, though there are reports of willowy half-elves,. I pulled myself back to the present and continued to relax and enjoy Frau Hoffmann’s company.We talked about conjugating and adjectives. She made me speak only in German the entire time I was there. Her theory being total emersion is the only way to learn any thing.After two hours, she fixed us something to eat. Then the grind began again.I left her home exhausted and with a slight headache from the sheer concentration.The lessons were from 10AM till 12:30PM. We would stop for something to eat. On its back sat a tall, straight figure. It was all laced up in black leather straps. It must be a woman. Her frame was slender and her chest was wrapped in a leather bra that allowed her tits to ride high on its half-cups. Her legs were also laced in leather, from her feet up to her thighs.Her ass seemed naked. When she stood in her stirrups her clean- shaven cunt was in plain sight.Her face was masked. Her head wore a tight leather helmet that sported a high red ponytail at its crown. Her. “What do you want you brainless pig?” she barked opening up the fridge and bending down to look through it. My mouth was wide open and my head started tilting instinctively as I got a perfect view of her ass. It was practically falling out and I began reaching out to touch it when I realized what I was doing, and the massive boner I was getting from it. I scrambled past her and hastily headed for my room.“What’s your problem Maxine?” she asked as I entered my hallway.“J-just had a weird dream.