" Rourke." Stephen interjected."Thank you," she said. "I'm sure Mister Rourke and I can manage a quiet chat between ourselves quite well. After all, I...did invite him."With that the black woman turned and left, leaving Stephen an even harder stare as she exited.A rush of excitement filled Stephen as he looked at the many images of the star on the wall. They covered a career spanning more than four decades, all the way back to her first role in 1953 when she was 17. He remembered the movie well,. He told her she would have to come to his office after school as he needed to punish her. At four o’clock she knocked on his door and he let her in. He shut the door and locked it. She was a sexy thing with big full tits and a round ass and her pussy was shaved as he could see with her legs spread in class. she wore no bra and walked with her back arched shoving her tits out. He told her, ‘you have misbehaved in my class and I must punish you.’ As he talked to her he pulled her sweater up and. They lay together, relaxed and spent, until someone burst in through the door, apologised and withdrew, provoking a giggle from them both, but provoking them into rising and getting dressed. ‘Will I see you again this holiday?’ he asked as they got themselves another drink. ‘Most definitely,’ she smiled at him, ‘and next time bring condoms!’ He blushed and assured her that he would. Christmas Eve and the Day itself was strictly family, everyone meeting at the Uncle and Aunt’s house. The. Thankfully I hadn’t knocked him out. Stacey goes over to check on him. “Get away from me.” He clambers to his feet. “We’re done!” He growls at her. “I’ll fucking get you back for this” he aims at me.“Brad, please...”“No fuck off” he shouts as he begins to storm his way out of the house. Stacey is frozen in the doorway. A mix of emotions rushing through her.“NO! You fuck off! Don’t you ever come near me, my brother or my house again! Don’t call me or text me! You piece of shit! Touch me again.