She painted her finger and toe nails bright red and put scarlet lipstick on. I asked her if she was nervous, she said a little, I asked if she was exc...ted, she said a lot, I asked if her cunt was excited, she said very very excited. Shortly before the guys were due she suddenly told me that we didnt have anything to drink and sent me to buy some gin and vodka. When I got back and let myself in I heard male voices followed by Maria laughing, she had already started. I went into the kitchen and. Maggie was never what you would call an academic, so her having any interest in a class was a one in a million shot. ‘Uh.. no. Why? Should I be worried or something?’ She shook her head as if in amazement and said ‘, Lexi, that is the hottest teacher on this side of the planet!’ Maggie has always had a tendency to over exaggerate, so I didn’t take her too seriously as I shut my book. ‘This side of the planet,’ I repeated with a teasing smile. ‘Lexi you have no idea!’ ‘I left his class like ten. There was one major stumbling block to this plan, I spoke absolutely no French. Armed with a phrase book, I picked up the phone and dialled the first number on my list. A man answered. ‘Allo?’ ‘Allo. Pardonez moi M’sieur. Je suis chercher une femme, Amalie Baptiste?’ ‘You may speak English M’sieur.’ ‘Merci beaucoup. I am looking for a woman named Amalie Baptiste. All the I know of her is that she either lives in Montparnasse or used to live here.’ ‘You are in luck M’sieur, (I couldn’t believe. She imagined he was rough with her and only out to use her for his own lustful pleasure. His hands were strong, pawing at her and his voice rough and gritty. He was foul-mouthed and talked dirty to her, calling her a cunt and a whore and using all manner of obscene and filthy language to degrade her and make her feel like the whore he was calling her. She fingered her clit, using the wetness of her pussy and spreading it up and down her slit as her imagination ran rampant. "Ohhh, God... finger.