"What would she do?"I looked at Margaret frustrated, "She would play with them. If she plays an instrument, she could teach them. She could draw with ...hem, teach them reading, math, almost anything. I'm sure you hired this young lady for her qualifications, so use them." I motioned the young lady to come to me and asked, "What did you study at the university?"She smiled and said, "Child psychology, Sir, I also studied to teach social studies. What you call geography, government, and history.". “Hi Dad. This is that whore from school I was telling you about. “Oh right” replied Mr Benson “I watched her cum. You’ve completely melted her mind son.”“Thanks Dad! I mean…you can join in like you used to with Jacob’s girlfriends…we could fully break in this little harlot” asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karen face. Karen was frozen with fear, her cunt had instantly dried out at the sight of this perverted. 'Sarah was late. It was already three thirty and she had some serious shopping to do before the end of the day. The biggest party of her life was at the weekend and she just HAD to get a new dress. As she sped along in the eighteenth birthday present her Dad had bought her she chatted on her mobile to her College friend Cassy. Both were in their final year as well as cheerleaders for the football team. So far the main topic of conversation had been another party the previous night.'Yeah that's. On the way I ask her if she ever had a massage. She refuses and I ask if she wants one now she first refuses but on insisting she agrees for a shoulder massage. I properly massage give her a sensual shoulder massage while on the way to which she enjoys a lot and gets aroused. I get down and catch my bus waveing goodbye. We continue to talk on fone and I offer her a body massage next time. She refuses right away. On my way back I meet her again in indore but my buses have 15 hrs gap so i plan to.