"She rushed forward and hugged me close."I promise sir, honest!"I absently stroked her hair, holding her head to my chest; just trying to give her som... comfort and support. She looked up at me and there was the beginning of a smile on her face again."Okay, off with you, and work hard okay?"It was surprising just how easy it seemed for her to drop back into her previous way of working. It was almost like she could flip a switch and turn off her memories of the abuse somehow and get back into the. It wasn’t anywhere near as modest as her usual silk robe. It was a black two piece setup. The top was a simple swatch of cloth, no bigger than a scarf, that circled around her neck, crossed her chest scooping up her ample bosoms, and tied off in the back. The bottom was a sheer, see through skirt that was only about ten inches long, and may as well have not been there at all. She greeted me as I walked past her, taking the food to the kitchen. I came back into the living room and we played our. The teacher and the entire class were starring at him. Hishands cupping his chin as he stared out the window with a goofy, wistfulsmile on his face."Uhh sorry...I was daydreaming," he explained."A girl again?" the teacher replied."Uhh yeah."The entire class laughed. Rocco's face was bright red. It could be worse,they could know what he was really daydreaming about.During the day every minute was a struggle. The clock moved withmonumental slowness. His hands and feet would tingle, he would. She thinks it might be starting to feel a little good. Jackson plays with her breasts for a while—cupping and squeezing them, rubbing and pulling them—before his hands progress downwards. The first contact of his fingers against her clit makes her gasp. He thrusts into her a little harder, a little faster, and quickly rubs her nub, alternating between speed and pressure and direction, until everything going on between her legs is vastly building unadulterated pleasure. "You feel so good, Sasha..