Oddly unconcerned with it, she just worried whether she could keep her balance enough to remain standing.Concentrating on standing as she was, she was...happy when Randy helped her over to the bed and lowered her onto her back. It wasn't until then that she realized he had already stripped off her pants and panties. Wiggling her toes she realized even her shoes and socks were gone."No, no Randy," Susan wailed. "We can't do this, leave me alone. What will Betty think?"Her protests seemed to be. Sheri stood there calm now, not worrying about the fact she couldn’t move, her breasts rising and falling in a regular rhythm. In moments, her mother reached us. Together, it was apparent that they were related. They had the same faces, Mrs. Saunders matured into a beautiful perfection. Her body was ripe.“Damn,” I muttered, nodding my head in approval.“What do you need?” Mrs. Saunders demanded, face tight. “I have things to do.”“Is your daughter a virgin?” I asked her, glancing at. "I was..." she said, then quickly switched to a lower voice. "I was sleepin'" she said, trying to sound uncouth."Well sleepin don't pay the bills, boy!" The larger one laughed. A low, belly laugh that betrayed the intelligence of a floorboard. "You ain't got now alkeehol in here, do ya boy?" No." she said."No contraband?" Contraband?" Don't gimme no lip boy! You ain't got no devil weed?" No."He looked disappointed, but tossed the mattresses just the same. "Y'know there's a fee for this. She wouldn't be getting any action out of them unless she wore trousers and bent over in a dark closet pretending to be a man.The teacher was a mature man who specialized in office management. He was not as old as the old gent on the bus but about the same age as her nasty stepfather who had an obsession with playing with her bum. Mister Black didn't seem the type to be playing with girl's bums but he was a very fine teacher who insisted on strict discipline in the classroom. She knew she was.