We both showered and dressed. I went back to her daughters room. About a week later I was over with Claire's daughter. We got to talking and I found...out Claire had been talking to her about sex and had shown her how to fuck. It did not dawn on me at that moment what she meant but would later learn that Claire had a male friend that fucked her daughter to teach her about sex. As we talked we both got horny and started to kiss. Claire walked into the room right then. This woman had knack for. Not only do I need to pass this class but I can't wait to see the new special assignment Ms. M has planned for me. It is nearly one o'clock as I get to her office, so I twist the doorknob and walk in. I am shocked as an older gentleman is seated in front of her calmly chatting away. They obviously know one another,judging by the casual tone of the conversation. Ms M. looks up and smiles "Here he is, this is my one o'clock. We will have to talk later." The man looks at Ms M and says crudely "I. Blushing again Brittany replied, "I will do whatever you want... Please?"I let a moment pass."Well, slave girls need to be naked for starters," I said. "And you can throw your underwear in the fire. We will use the rest for rags." I motioned toward the slightly smoldering rock-rimmed pit.I assumed by the determined way the teenager stood up, went to the fire, stripped and discarded her apparel that this decision had been previously made. Nude, she came back to kneel next to her friend who put. I had to laugh, as such a comment coming from one so young seemed comical, 'Watch your mouth', I replied, trying to appear in control, as I would when dealing with my son.'Fuck you bitch', was the mouthful I got for my efforts, 'Yeah, fuck you Cunt', the other joined-in with his bit of adolescent machismo, I laughed again, but this just seemed to encourage them, and they continued with their steady stream of expletives.I casually looked around and noted we were alone, my reason for doing so was.