"French hen with roasted foie gras and confit potatoes au jus," said Zophia when asked. Thompson had never eaten foie gras before. He didn't even know...what it was. No surprise there, given his trailer park background. He'd filled in a lot of gaps in his education, but clearly much was still lacking."I didn't know you spoke French," said Thompson, noticing that her accent was perfect, an accomplishment that had eluded him despite having been forced to study the language in school."I didn't speak.   Slowly, her right hand moved downward across her stomach and rested on the warmth of her sex. Her left hand continued caressing her body while the right began a slow, circular motion… I was unable to control my arousal as my cock began to harden beneath my robe. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She turned, picked up the device, put her legs upon the love seat, unclasped and removed the bra and laid back against the arm for comfort. She switched on her temporary lover and placed it firmly,. The slut got so hot she started rubbing her pussy through her skirt. I grabbed her hand away from herself and pushed her back to the bed.“Take off your fucking skirt.”“Why? You gonna fuck me? You gonna do all those dirty things those pervs want?”“I’m gonna do what ever the fuck I want. Cause you’re my slutty little girl aren’t you?”I was in a button down shirt and still had my pants on. She didn’t know I was wearing my strap.“I just really want to get fucked tonight, Lex.”“Then I guess your. It was on.She “accidentally” dropped her pencil beneath the table. She went down to pick it up. When she turned around, still under the table, she saw his hand adjust the tent in his pants.“I saw that,” she teased.“Ha, did you want to see more?” He laughed.Her hand grabbed his chair, inches away from his bulge. “Is that an invitation?”He quickly zipped and pulled down his pants. Through his boxers, she saw the outline of his thick cock. He tucked the band of his boxers below his balls, and she.