Per usual."He opened his briefcase and began to remove several stacks of papers,placing them on the desk in neat little piles.I leaned forward and tap...ed Sarah on the shoulder. When she turned to lookat me, I nodded at the frumpy older man."Who is that guy? Where is Miss LaCroix?"Her brow crinkled in confusion as she looked at me. "You're joking,right?"I shrugged. No, Sarah, I wasn't joking. Believe it or not, the person whoteaches our senior French class is a very pretty young woman from. "But," he whispered harshly in her ear, "you don't think you're a slut, do you? Deep down inside you still think you're a good little girl, don't you? Answer me." Yes," she whispered."We ain't gonna be able to make things right until you realize the truth," he said after a pause.Suddenly he stood and grabbed the computer monitor on her desk and pulled it forward. The large 19" LCD flat panel screen was a lot closer than she was used to viewing it at, as there was no keyboard separating her from. He wondered what his stockbroker friend would think. He'd have to look him up before hechanged back. Wait. Why not surprise him now? He had plentyof time to get the spell reversed. He thought the brokerwould appreciate his new looks. And the thought of seeing thebroker sent a tingle down Gordon's spine. Somewhere in theback of that mind, Gordon realized something was wrong withthis picture, but for now he just needed to go see the man.Wrapped in an expensive fake leopard coat (even. She waited patiently as I removed my trousers, we both knew what was coming next and I was happy to let the tension build. When I could wait no longer I walked back to her and reached out to touch her with my fingertips. I traced a line down over her neck, down her spine and over the curve at the top of her ass. I felt her shudder as my fingers ran over her spine. I moved my other hand into play careful to stay in neutral areas, tracing the line of her hips, over her thighs, her stomach her.
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