Gone were the chesty milk server and her table mate. Gone were the ambient noise and smell of coffee. She sat in a classroom surrounded by teenage kid.... In her right hand was a pencil and a small folded piece of paper was in her left. "Where am I?" she asked aloud, breaking the silence in the room. Her voice wasn't her voice. It was her daughter's.The kids around her laughed and the teacher in the front of the room scowled at her. "Cassy, you're in the middle of your History final. Now please. In my entire life, I'd never had a lover who was so open, so unashamed in satisfying her desires and making sure her lovers were well attended to. I've never known a woman who would have openly masturbated in front of me and then let me lick her finger; even if it was for medicinal purposes; so she claimed.I decided helping me with my problem was something I wanted her to do; actually, to be honest, I really was doing it not so much for me but rather to please her. Reluctantly I nodded my head. To which Bruno simply replied, "I can't tell. Remember, its a surprise."After about 20 minutes, Bruno had Darla sit upright and then told her to put her white dress back on. By now the pleasure of the Ben Wa balls and the butt plug were becoming unbearable as Darla felt the mini orgasmic jolts of the metallic devices beginning to go toward the base of her spine. Soon they both went back upstairs to find Isabella swimming in the pool nude, and without the need for any encouragement, Darla. . not to my face ... oh they sometimes gave me a phony number but no one had ever just said ... fuck you, no! "Really ... no?" I tried again."Yup it's a no ... but if you give me your business card I'll call you." She smiled coyly.I took out a business card and scribbled my cell number on the back. "Don't wait too long, I may be taken." I thought it was a good joke."Really," she said, "are you planning on getting married by next week?"I didn't have a snappy comeback and decided that she wasn't.