But as the other story says, she wanted me to be her slave for a few hours. You might remember Christine. Long legged aunt, who always wear skirts and...nylons that just clings to her skin. So I sit back in the Mercedes’ warmed leather seats and I let her take charge. She’s driving, and I turn around a little, ogling her. Her breasts are pointing forward and, since she just came, her nipples are still poking out of her sweater. She didn’t even bother to bring her skirt down giving me an. She was stern, but also very helpful and was most everyone's favourite. Even I was eager to see who would win and what the prize would be, wishing I could hope to win it. The results were out after a month and we all met together for one last farewell at her residence, in our former classroom. I was dazed, holding the marksheet in my hands and staring at the magic figure under the English subject: 98/100. To have scored such good marks was like a dream come true. As we all gathered together,. A few minutes later, we're pulling into the parking lot of my apartment complex, we get out of our cars, and, I grab him by the hand, and, race off to my apartment.Once inside, he grabs me, and, pins me against the door, kissing me, roughly squeezing my breasts, making me gasp. After a few minutes of this, I push his hands away."Let me take off my dress!" I say, sliding the straps of my dress down, letting it fall down around my ankles, showing off my pick and blue satin bra and panty. The morning arrived. Just before leaving the house she called and asked if I could bring a T-shirt she could wear. I told her it wasn't necessary, but I would none the less. This husband of hers had told her because she was slender and small built, no man would ever desire her. WRONG! I'd reserved a motel room not far from where we worked, we were to meet there. I arrived about an hour early, put some beer on ice and took yet another shower (having showered at home). Only moments after getting.