Charles shook his head hopelessly. Finley took charge of the situation and marched out of the room, spotting Jasmine walking by, heading to the servan...s' stairs."Jasmine," he stopped her."Yes sir?" she said, turning to look at Finley expectantly."Have you seen Cynara?"The girl's eyebrows came together in confusion, "No sir, not since this morning. Why? Is she missing?" Yes, it looks that way. Notify the servants to look through the house and grounds. She probably is just off strolling. Jerome smiled as I opened my glistening red lips and throated his entire rod in just one swallow. His heavy dark hands instinctively went into my curly hair. He grabbed my head and I purred and moaned while bobbing up on his stiff dick. I gently stroked his swollen black monster with my fingernails, as I sucked him deeply. I caused him to explode in my waiting mouth, his warm semen finally filling my craving for a black cock’s cum. He came and I stood there on my knees, swallowing every drop of. I was getting better at concentrating on the lessons, rather than the way everyone looked at me.Or, maybe they weren't staring at me as much? I guess they were used to seeing me naked now. It was a bit of a relief, of course, but I was kind of surprised to find that I missed the attention, too.Mademoiselle Duclos had exhausted my anatomical offerings, so I wasn't subjected to any more "show and tell" in French class - another let-down.But math class with Freschetti brought with it a nice touch. "Sir, I'm what people call a nymphomaniac. I can't control myself or my sexual urges. It's a medical condition called Persistent Sexual Arousal, or PSA. It's become much worse since my divorce because I don't have anyone to give me relief after work or at home. I have to go to the bathroom to masturbate so I don't orgasm at my desk." Her humiliation peaked when she heard him chuckle. Tears began to fall freely, and then her body tensed. "Don't you dare stand," he ordered her in a stern voice,.