She asked why I keep looking at her and I gave her a smile without saying a word. I complimented her that she is beautiful. She complimented me back s...aying that I am handsome. I was on cloud nine at that moment.After a few days of talking, I got her phone number. We both became good friends after a few days. One day, my folks went out of town and I was alone at home. I messaged her and co-incidentally her parents were also out of town. She called me to her apartment to have dinner.I pretended. ” Assigned tasks which seemed designed explicitly to demean them and squash their pride such as serving other students in almost fancy dress sexualised versions of the kitchen staff uniform during meal times, forbidden from eating until everyone else had finished and the dining hall was emptied except the humiliated pair taking their seats to eat alone. Mme Beauchemin didn’t just seek to punish and humiliate them, however. She truly wanted them to learn that the influence of their fathers was. I slid my tongue out to take a taste and she said wouldn’t I rather taste the real thing I gulped and said I would love to. She led me to her bedroom and I asked her to lay on her bed with her feet over the side and then I placed her feet over my shoulder so I had a perfect view of her large wet hairy pussy. I ran my tongue around the outside and then slid my tongue into her pussy and started sucking her pussy and nibbling on her clit. She was definitely enjoying having her pussy eaten and I. "If I may, how come my staring isn't freaking you out?" She hadn't offered up her name and though I told her mine, I did not ask hers."Because I haven't had company with a meal in a long time and I am enjoying your company. Yes, you are staring, but I take that as a compliment and you haven't given me any bad vibes."Bad vibes, if only she knew what I was capable of. One question I had repeatedly asked myself even before she sat down with me was if I wanted to addict her to my seed. I knew I.