No pretty girl willing to put in ( and put out ) extra work assignments got a failing grade from Robert Eccles. This was especially true if they passe... their orals. Each year one or two girls started the year afraid they were over their heads in this world of mathematical abstraction. Robert zeroed in on the cutest damsels in distress and made note of those girls who, because of weak self-esteem ( especially sexual self-esteem ), tried to compensate by dressing and acting in a flirtatious. The third was another dressy skirt, black again, coming down slightly longer than the schoolgirl skirt. The fourth was a burgundy skirt, a little short for work, but she could probably get away with it. The fifth was black again, and reached a couple of inches above her knees."The shortest that you can get away with," he had demanded. She pulled down her pants and slipped on the fourth skirt. Then taking a deep breath, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She headed back to. Could I really get off on seeing my precious Angel fucking and sucking this guy, for real! No, Yes, I don’t know! I was in total turmoil. So, in silence, I kept watching. Adam picked Angel up in his arms like she was a feather, and carried her off screen. ‘Thank goodness!’ I thought. ‘At least now I won’t have to witness him ravish my sweet bride!’ I thought too late. Another camera came on and I was watching him lay her down on a King-sized bed on red satin sheets. Her pale skin and black. He threw me against the fridge, and sucked on my neck squeezing my ass hugging my hourglass body. He pressed his body into mines lightly ripping my dress exposing my double d’s.We heard footsteps coming so we separated. “Terrell,” some elderly woman spoke to him with a look of disgust. “What the hell were y'all doing in here?” she asked. Looking me up and down. “Are you messing around on Sabrina?” she asked.“Mom, this is Neisha,” he said pointing at me introducing me to his mother. She had to.