“I have to be,” Stan answered.Then she smiled at him. He didn’t know why, but suddenly he decided that he had to be totally honest with this wom...n.“Angel,” he said softly. “I need to tell you something. This,” he pointed to his red face, “is all a gimmick to get naive college girls into bed. They all know the story about my name. My name really is Stan Satanowski, which does mean Son of Satan, but my great-grandfather’s real name was Stanowski. The man at immigration added an ‘a’ to the name. He quickly undid his shorts and let them fall. She said I had my dark glasses on and without letting him see me I looked at his cock. I blurted out was it big? She said yes, it was Simi hard and it hung out from his body at an angle. He laid next to her and said he felt strange being naked while she was clothed. She said I raised my butt off the towel and pulled my bottom off and tossed it on the chair. Is that better she asked him. He said yeah but he wanted to see her tits too. She sat up and. I hope that is very clear, young lady.” Ms. Storey emphasized her last sentence.Eventually, Nicole Rannigan recovered her composure and turned around to face the Deputy Head Mistress, who had continued to rub and soothe the girl’s battered bottom and thighs.“Yes, Miss. I promise I’ll be good!” Nicole pleaded.“I hope so, young lady,” the teacher replied, taking her hands from the girl’s bottom and walking back to her own desk before continuing.“Now, get dressed and go and clean yourself up in. Restricted ... to only one or a few different known platforms ... then that can help make them more ... more relateable ... It's easier to accept something once you can ... you know ... assign a face to it ... and if you know that you aren't going to wake up tomorrow and find an AI has moved into your laptop or entertainment system or something."Malik nodded at me. "I think I understand, but I'd really like to talk about it later." We'll make ourselves available," I said. "As an addendum, I'd.