The girl who had started everything by pulling out her sketchbook stood and silenced everyone. "She needs a way out of here. I know it's sacrilegious,...but she can't study in Paris. Someone needs to take her away, sponsor her, tutor her, give her a chance." Everyone stared at me except for the little whore. She had been furiously sketching the artists and the café. Silence caused her to look up and scan the students and look at me."Just because I'm an American doesn't make me rich," I said. I slipped my tongue into her and tasted her juices. She was breathing harder and moaning more. I continue my assult on her pussy until she came. Feeling her juices on my lips made me feel like I was in heaven. Turning back to Steve, I could see his cock beginning to grow. Taking the step and placing it behind Norma, I got up on it. I began to slide my cock gently on her pussy. Norma, I want you to know what it is like to get a cock this size fucking you I said to her. Steve, now you will see. Aaron told her about the good news the teacher gave. It was beyond Liz though cause she isn't that good with computers.The next day they met out front of class and practically kiss themselves to death. They signed a bit before class and then Liz just lay down on his shoulder and tried to get a few of sleep. A few students showed up, so they all waited for the instructor. The instructor reminded them that they have their next video presentation to do soon. Liz wasn't happy, but resigned her self. She had always tried every way she could think of to make Lisa as unattractive as possible. The ridiculous clothes she made her wear with her hair up and no makeup had stunted her social development to the point that Cheri was certain that Lisa would never turn into the slut she had been. Apparently, the slut gene was more critical than the way her mother made her dress. Cheri had found evidence that Lisa had blown her Daddy. Now that Cheri understood her mistake, she was determined to help.