"Are you there?" There was no immediate answer, and he glanced at Rostrimov to let him know to be on the lookout for trouble. "Svetlana?" he called ag...in.Eventually, a woman's voice called back. "Who is it, please?" she called. Her voice echoed all around the cavernous room, and Mischa wasn't sure where it was coming from."Captain Yefremov, madam. We talked earlier on the phone." Oh, is it you? You said you were coming straight away. You were so long. I heard you come up the stairs. I wasn't. He glanced up to see Polly with her teeth bared and her legs thrown up over Renee’s shoulders. ‘Fuck her!’ Polly gasped, ‘Stick your prick in her cunt and fuck her!’ she shouted obscenely. Prinz straightened and took hold of the girl’s hips as he began to stroke in and out of her wet cunt. It was tight and warm and soft, and as he pulled out slowly, he heard the girl groaning. Quickly he thrust in deeply and Renee gasped as he buried his prick in her hot cunt. ‘Ughhnnn … yes …’ she said as she. “I’m not answering any questions here. This will turn the class into a shouting match. If you have questions, please email them to me...”Cynthia stood up. “Sir, this is not a question, it’s a statement.”“Please sit down...”“I will not sit. You will listen, sir,” she declared as she strode to the front. Suddenly Cynthia radiated an aura of command and authority. “And I mean to speak and will be heard. My comments are for both the class and for you too, sir, and you will not interfere, is that. “What’s the condition?” he queried. “Well… you would first have to kiss me. Not a peck on the cheek… but a nice, slow, sloppy kiss.” I stated in jest. “Wow, that’s a bit intimate,” he answered. “Oh… So having a cock in one’s mouth is not intimate, but a kiss is?” I countered. Coby laughed. “You got me there… but… Why a kiss?” he inquired. “Quid pro quo,” I announced. “Huh?” Coby uttered. “Quid pro quo... It’s a Latin term meaning; something for something. You get what you want, and I get.