"Do you lick my juice from my seat after class? Do you want to lick it from my pussy?"All through that final term, Naomi hoped against hope that Mr. W...lliams would say something. She was eighteen, about to leave school, and he would no longer be her teacher. She prayed to her Sex God (the Lord Almighty was a frightful bore these days) that Mr. Williams would ravish her hard on her desk, and turn her into his filthy little cum-slut.And on this final day of school, with all exams and tedious. ..I've been doing that for money." You're a prostitute?!" No...I...well, I guess I am," he said meekly, "It started with Ryan,remember him?"Indeed I did, Ryan was Jared's friend in middle school and he wouldalways stare at my breasts and backside. It didn't bother me because Ijust figured it was just teenage hormones and I did have some of thebiggest breasts in the city."I had a crush on Ryan and he found out. Somehow I started giving himblowjobs every time we hung out. He said that he always. Mom knocked and immediately opened the door. It would've been embarrassing if I'd had my pants down. But I'd been doing nothing in my room but waiting for that banging.She crooked a finger. "Come. Talk now."So Sharon had been Sharon. No surprise there. So now I got dipped in boiling oil.The pow-wow was at the kitchen table. Thank god Dad wasn't home yet.Mom started it. "Tell me your side of the story." I thought, oh great, I get pulled into court after the Prosecution has already rested their. Wilson," he heard through his intercom."Yes?" There is a woman on the phone asking to speak to you but she won't say who she is," his secretary told him.Probably one of his many married conquests, he thought. "Okay, just put her through," he impatiently replied."Hello," was the greeting from the seductive voice on the other end. "This is Debbie Conway."Once again his declining sales figures were the last thing on his mind as a broad smile stretched across his face. "Hi Debbie," he said trying.