Each time Oscar asked for clarification about some concept that he didn’t understand, Fareed seemed to get a little angrier.Alone in the room, Oscar...wondered what he was supposed to be doing. It was late in the morning and he still had more than half a day of class time remaining. He yawned and settled back in his chair choosing to wait for Fareed to return. It would only anger the man more if he had to search out Oscar to resume the class once he had calmed down.After Oscar had waited for. "That's enough for now," she said softly, easing me away. "I need a refill."I took the glass and quickly returned. While refilling Karen's glass I had quickly knocked back a double of my own and almost immediately felt its relaxing effect."Do I smell good?" Absolutely." Are you looking forward to eating me out?" Definitely!"I loved licking her out, sometimes almost more than I liked actually fucking her. Her smell, her taste, the way she twitched and reared against the tiny movements of my. “Hi Mrs. Jones.” I said as I walked into the kitchen as if I walked around totally naked every day.“Oh hi Georgia, I’m just finishing up, can I get anything for you before I go?”“No, thank you, I’m fine.”“Is it okay if Tommy comes over and uses your pool this afternoon, he’s been coming over for a swim some afternoons for a couple of weeks now; your father said that it was okay and he’s always gone before your father gets home?”“Yes, sure, I may not be here though.”“That’s okay; you haven’t. Harold's Memorial Cemetery," Grace whispered. She looked at her former teacher, and saw he was visibly trembling."Thank you," he said, suppressing his tears."Good luck," Grace said. She immediately got up from her seat and left. An overpowering weight on her shoulders was lifted, and another one had taken its place. Her entire career was now at risk for what she'd done, yet her conscience was still punishing her. Daniel Becket tucked the skeleton key inconspicuously into his pants, and watched.