“How about Samantha, Sammie, or just Sam? You won’t be one of my students much longer and I owe you ... big-time,” she told me with a very frien...ly smile.“You owe me? Are you sure that I don’t owe you something, for saving my ass?” I countered.“Okay, we’ll call it even. You just got me a big, fat promotion, kiddo. Fair enough?” Ms. Roth suggested.“That works for me,” I shifted a bit in my seat, unsure of how to deal with a friendly face in that particular post.“You’re not used to trusting. But then She sensed someone looking at Her. She turned and saw that the last to leave the taxi was a blonde wearing a blue silk dress, the slit up the side so obviously not her.In the moment it took for the blonde to realise that Sara was looking at her, no, the girl realised not at her, into her, Sara had read her. There was something about this young woman that piqued Sara's taste buds, she had that air of the victim about her. Like a doe before the hunter, the rabbit frozen in the headlight. So there we were, maybe there would be no fantasy tonight. We all seemed to grab our drinks as the room was quiet. I stood up and began to unbutton my blouse. "I did promise you a look at what you have been trying to see at work....right James." I said. "Yes...you did." Replied James. After my blouse was off, I unbuttoned my shorts and wiggled out of them. Standing in my best Victoria Secrets bra and tong panties I stood before James. I twirled around and said," Well what to you think?" "Looks. His cock felt huge in my hand as I started to slowly stroke it, I was really getting into it when I heard a voice from behind us say Well well, look what we have here. Looks like my husband found us another pantyslut. I started to turn around but I felt her grab me from behind and whisper in my ear that she had this all on video so I had better cooperate. She pushed my panties down and told me to step out of my pants and panties and get on my knees like a good slut, then she spread a beach.