‘Professor Smith told me what song you sang at the Recital,’ she said. ‘I tried to do a word for word translation, and ended up paying to have i... translated right. I bought every Alejandro Sanz album so I knew each song you sang to me in the last two months. I paid to have each one that you’ve sung translated too.’ I nodded. ‘Are you ready for your first time?’ she asked me. I wondered how she knew, but there was no shame in the fact that she did. I nodded. ‘Good,’ she said and climbed on the. As her muscles clamped down ion my fingers and I could feel her climax almost upon her, I yanked out my fingers and slapped her pussy hard. She cried out loudly and whined wordlessly, her orgasm ruined, the pain and emptiness leaving her teetering on the edge and starting to roll back unfulfilled.As she twisted in my grasp I unclipped my sporran, tossing it to the side and grasped my turgid cock, guiding it to her opening as I knee-walked up behind her. The head, slid up and down the fevered. There she stood wearing a black lace corset,lace boy-shorts, a matte red lipstick, black lace garters, black stockings and 5 inch red bottoms. Slowly she started to see hands rise, 7 of the males in the class were looking at her with unbridled lust and for the first time she felt noticed,sexy, and powerful. She knew that she could have them eating out of the palm of her hand if she wanted too. Hell she could have them eating out her pussy if she wanted too. So slowly she started walking around. Pam and I decided to buy a house.The ink wasn't dry on the paperwork when Jake called me into his office one day. He said he was disappointed because I never offered to host a Friday night poker game. I'd heard about the games, an institution at AAA, but I didn't gamble. He said the games were low stakes and friendly. He said I'd learn. I had a house, so I could not claim that the apartment was too small.From the stories I'd heard, I did not want Pam exposed to their bawdy poker games. What was.