All because of her youthful stupidity."Don't worry Mrs. C. as long as you do everything I tell you this will be between us. Of course if you displease...me I might be forced to show these new pictures to someone." I'm yours Ms. Simon just please don't let anyone see those pictures", begged the defeated, horny teacher."Now Mrs. C. I want you to clean up the mess in the bathroom, pack all the clothes and things on the floor and take them to the basement, then fix me something to eat. You only need. And I can’t read whether she speaks true or not that she does not know of anything wrong that they do.In my mind M’kamba tells me don’t try so hard, sit and watch and listen and truth will come. I do as best I can, but this time truth doesn’t come. I feel that I have failed, and I tell this to Linda and Irving, but I cannot say if this woman lies or says true. There is too much in her mind, too much extra, too many layers and I can’t reach through to base where truth lies.Irving says is all. I was in a dilemma as to how to react. If I react awful then the scene may spoil and if I allow I am letting her to be a whore.but she was not accepting this.Since they were staying over, they sat in the room chatting and sipping some soft drinks for some time. He was feeling tired and suggested to Kavita that we rest for the evening. She agreed and looking a somewhat intoxicated with the moment of loneliness she reached for her change in the room. She did so bending over the couch she was. I'm such a wicked preacher's daughter.”“Shit,” the men groaned, envy in their voices. They wanted to be my daddy, too.“You make me so hard, slut,” growled Daddy. “I can feel your juices soaking through my slacks. You little harlot. You are driving me wild.” His hands slid up my breasts, squeezing them hard. His hands were so rough, the opposite of my delicate fingers. His thumbs swiped my nipples.Trembles shot down to my spasming pussy, increasing my bliss.“What are you going to do about it,.