’Oh, ho! I thought, that explains a lot. Carla was in my class, though not in my close group of friends; she was a very pretty dark-haired girl, wit... one of best figures in our year, and a demure manner that just radiated subliminal signals that she was really hot stuff underneath. No wonder the cool Miss Wilton had been tempted to take such a dangerous risk – if anyone was hot pussy on legs, it was Carla Viatelli.I gave the bossy teacher a cruel smile, and replied ‘She might not tell ... but. "Rittenhouse boasted that neither human, nor demon could escape his trap. I simply changed into Macha once the guards were distracted and walked out without any problem," I explained again."Someone has been here over night," Frank observed. "The bodies and the blood are gone." It was probably some of the guards or security people. It has gotten a lot more dangerous to be a guard for the Council over the last twenty-four hours. Four guards here, and another four at the new cell where Celeste was. With short, almost black hair, piercing eyes and a lean, muscular body like that. I could just spread him on a cracker. ‘Am I boring you, Miss Grey?’ He narrowed his eyes. His hard jaw settled. Shit. I blinked and tried to shift focus from his body to his pissed off gaze. ‘No. Of-of course not. I’m just, uh..’ I trailed off, heat spreading over my cheeks. Damn it. I glanced around. I’ve never been afraid of my professors before, always had a good rapport with them. Even the grumpy ones. So. Because she was exceedingly wet. Because she was impossibly tight. But most of all, because she was my mother.I felt her manicured nails claw at my chest while I dragged my hips back and forth in long, steady strokes, her huge tits bouncing upward each time I pressed into her. She stared up at me with a pleading gaze, her brows upturned, her teeth abusing her lower-lip. Her ruined mascara seemed to make her look like a total slut."Shit! Shit! Shit!" She said, squeezing her eye shut. I'd gone.