She tore the hem of her dress into strips, before placing in them in the pot with the water. Bida went to her small bookcase and got down a mortar and...pestle that had belonged to her mother and started grinding the herbs together to create a poultice. Samael watched her eyes shining with intensity, following her every move, a smile playing on his lips. ‘What are you smiling at? ‘, Bida asked testily. ‘And how exactly did you manage to cut your leg like that? This is going to sting.’ Carefully. ?OK, from now you’ll address me as Ms. Stevenson and, I’ll tell you right now, if you ever insult me again in public, I’ll pull your pants down and spank your ass right then and there, in public, do you understand me.? ?Yes Ms. Stevenson, I understand.? ?Remember, as soon as everyone is seated you’ll apologize just like you did here. You’ll say you’re sorry and you’ll never do it again???right?? ?Yes, Ms. Stevenson, just like I did here.? At the same time Steve was. What segregated it from savagely penetrating the young teen pussy was those thin layers of fabric, to add on to the problem, Hazel probably could feel the humongous member that was rubbing on her vulva given that she was situated on it and which caused her to begin panicking in a bid to scramble off me while covering her nakedness, however this made her butt grinded more on to my dick, giving me intense amount of pleasure…Pleasure which was short-lived given that Hazel, with teary eye finally. She was just glad that she had time to get used to dancing as a woman instead of a man before she embarrassed herself before the whole school.As she slipped on her white pantyhose over her legs she admired the way the color showed off her pink polish toes. She fussed with the bra straps and turned toward her closet. She pushed aside a green and black polka dot slip of a dress with spaghetti straps aside to find the outfit her mother bought her for the dance. Inside his head Roger?s old soul.