Janet had to admit to herself that she did look sexy but definitely not slutty. She sat down in the living room and crossed her legs. The hem of the d...ess rode up her thigh and nearly exposed her stocking top. The ankle bracelet shown nicely on the leg that was crossed over.“Well, is this how you want me baby? Is this how you imagined I would look?”“Oh Honey you look terrific. How do you feel?”“You really want me to be honest with you Carl?”“Yes, of course.”“I feel like a whore waiting for some. As she was getting her breath back she pushed against him but then she felt him pulling back, he pulled so far back that her labia just kept a hold on the tip of his hot purple end, then she felt him start the lunge forward again. She couldn't wait, before she felt the root of his cock against the lips of her pussy she was over the top. Her orgasm racked her own body. Her pussy clasped itself around his excited manhood and pulsed, milking it quite involuntarily. She had no control as she. “What are you doing here? I thought they had agreed to leave me alone.”“I know and I’m sorry to disturb you, but there is a problem and you and your hunters may be the only ones that can help us.”“I’m sorry, but the answer is no, after what they did to me, they’re lucky I don’t hunt them down and destroy them.”“They wish to apologise, won’t you at least hear them out?”“I’m sorry, if I see them again, I will kill them!”“I had hoped not to have to do this, but do you remember what you said to me. They would come into the classroom one-by-one so that I could listen to it with them and make corrections. She would always enter the room last, pause at the door, lock her heels together, and give a proper bow in the way the students were expected to greet their teachers. Every time she did this I would tell her she shouldn’t bother to greet her American teachers this way. After the fifth week she paused at the door awkwardly, then decided to wave and say with her slow and quiet voice, “Good.