When I opened the door for her, before going round to the driver's side, she said, "My, what a gentleman you are today, for your old Mom," and gave me...more than a flash as she slowly swung her legs into the car, raising her knees high to let her skirt fall to her hip. She had swung the inside leg in first, opening her legs wide enough to expos her panties, then stopping to fuss with the seatbelt she had somehow managed to entangle in her arm. I had a long view of her panty-clad pussy before she. Close to noon she decided to have a shower and check the mail and e-mails. After a long extended warm shower she got dressed in her cushy leisure outfit. She wore slippers, jogging trousers, white underpants, dark grey pantyhose, white sports bra which had work to prevent her big hooters from sagging, shirt and an old sweater which covers her chubby figure.She checked the mailbox at the front door. In was only a flyer form the pizza service, which she puts directly into the waste paper box.. She didn't even seem to hear his pleas, nor did she seem aware of his struggle. The way she pinned down his upper body was paradoxically very similar to the way she caressed his lower regions. All that time, she looked him straight in the eyes with that distant glare, that frightening disconnected look. Freddie wanted to run, but Sam had him pinned.To his own horror, he felt himself growing beneath her touch. Every part of his mind screamed that this was not what he wanted, but his body. Something told him as well that offering her additional payment for extra services would be the surest way to end the relationship entirely, and perhaps cause trouble with Master Heathcoate and his wife. Sandrine was no whore.No, this was personal to him. He put aside any thought of what she might do with others or what favors she might extend to them. Not his business.Nor was the extra tuition in evidence so far this afternoon. They worked on vocabulary and on something that confounded.