We’d have lunch together sometimes, and I’d read her the poems of Robert Frost, which I came to especially like over there. If I ever honestly and...mutually loved a woman, it was Bo. But you have to understand that the culture of the region was ancient and disciplined: the only romantic option for a girl of Bo’s class would have been to marry her. And then she was my student. So my behavior was always polite and any flirtation was very mild on my part(and in this case on hers, though the same. " Melissa, it's unfair - talk English," I ordered her. Her look changed from fear into mad-ness. "Verdammt, Lola, er hat deinen Freund umgebracht. Dein eigener Vater ist ein Killer!!!" she almost yelled. Tears shot into her eyes. I looked another time at James, who was obviously very fascinated by hearing her talking in German. "You better don't raise that voice, young lady," I threatened her. What was she thinking? "Fick dich, Lola!!!" I heard her say with anger in her voice. James gave a. She didnt know how to behave and be a good slut for me so now shez my little meth prostitute," it wasnt that shocking because i grew up listining to my mom sucking and fucking every night from my bedroom, sometimes 3 and 4 men at once. he then said"suit yourself, if u need to sleep here, sleep on the couch take off your pantys under that skirt and spred your legs and sleep that way so i can look at your cunt while u sleep. it was fine by me i was so tired and was used to this type of behavior. . this made me feel sooo naughty and always made good viewing for anyone with a view of it.... The gents cock was stood proud in front of me with occasional bounce as if it were a caged a****l trying to get loose! I sat and looked at it for a few moments with lust in my eyes and couldnt help but smile out the corner of my mouth as i gently wrapped my hand around it.... he let out a deep groan as i gave him a firm stroke up and down his throbbing shaft...."Is that nice sir" I said in a gentle.