Thedoor in front of me opens and I move toward the individual standing in themiddle of the room."You've been prancing around," he tells me in his Caju... accent. "Pleaser.My favorite. All-American. Do you remember when you first saw the list ofheels?" Yes," I nod slightly."Tell me," the man asserts."It was a conversion table," I continue. "In inches, centimeters andmillimeters. The table also said how much experience is needed for aparticular heel height.." Very good," the man grins. "Very good. So get close, you are one step away from ravishing each other. Now wait, because we need to add something to the scene. We need some translators." Lois had pulled herself up close to me, so close that my cock was rubbing up and down her side. Mrs. Kintyre had got Karl and Lois's friend Josie to stand up and take similar positions on the opposite side of the classroom. Both were blushing a bit when Paul, one of our form group spoke up."Miss, isn't this a bit wrong? The translators are in the. She knows almost every move from every fighting style, and always seemed to know what move or strategy a fighter was most vulnerable to. She could watch you fight for five seconds, and she would say; 'I have seen you move, and I know how to beat you.' And she would, almost every time. She is the only fighter to ever retire from fighting while still Grande Champion."Now she is very old, and it is against the Bans to challenge one who is retired, but if it were not, I would still hesitate to. I felt a jolt in my pussy like I had never felt before. I stared at the last picture and let the hot charge build up in me. Not only had I given him a boner, he actually made himself cum…thinking about me….I let my fingers go up my dress and down in my panties. I felt my wet pussy and puffy clit. I had to go for an orgasm right now! I pulled my dress up took off my panties and started rubbing my pussy. My clit felt so damn good as I massaged it. I felt my own tits as here it came….… I’d have.