I will call one of you girls in on Monday, one on Wednesday, and one on Friday of next week to give you your first 'lesson'."Why don't we start with y...ou, Holly, on Monday. Kim, you will come to see me on Wednesday. And Heather, you are my Friday girl. The following week we will rotate one position and Heather will be my Monday girl, Holly will be my Wednesday girl, and Kim my Friday girl, and so on. "Each of you will come to the office after school so we can have some privacy. If anyone should. If anything, theseminor imperfections merely added to his appeal, as it gave him a kind ofaugust authority of a elder statesman. He had nothing to prove, he hadalready forgotten more conquests than I ever dreamed of having. Everylittle detail, from the wry wrinkles around the corner of his eyes, tothe salt peppered in his lush mane of chest hair, all of it painted theportrait of a living legend. Not that I notice those kinds of things, butwhen it stared me in the face, I just called it like I. My boner was getting to big and I couldn’t control anymore. But still I waited for half an hour and then I touched her ass with my dick. I moved closer and my stomach was now touching her back and there was no space between us.I moved my hands all over her ass and thighs. She didn’t move a muscle. I was moving my hands all over her stomach, her boobs and holding them and pressing them. She wasn’t wearing a bra which surprised me. She was just breathing heavy. And at this point I knew she is. "Have you ever been fingered to an orgasm in a bar?" Ken asked with a grin and she just shook her head no.Ken moved his hand up under her dress and looked around the bar. Her legs opened a little. He was just pushing the crotch of her panties aside when the pretty young black waitress came up."Hi, my name is Yvonne and I will be serving you tonight. What would you like to drink?" The pretty young black woman asked with a broad smile."How about two glasses of Merlot?" Ken asked and Becky nodded.