What was remarkable was that, although the primary language lessons continued to be conducted between Lee and Gus with Meiersdottir and Joe commonly (...though not always) participating, the natives' fluency in Standard seemed to progress evenly within the entire group. It appeared that Gus was conducting private sessions with its fellows during the evenings and, with their seemingly eidetic memories, they absorbed its teaching unerringly; nothing else could explain how a word, a phrase, a concept. He picked the stall directly next to mine. "I'm pretty excited about helping these kids," he attempted some awkward small talk. Davy took the bar of soap and rolled it between his hands, soaping them up. He spread the soap over his new abs, rubbing thoroughly over his legs and ass. I turned away when he looked over at me and my cheeks burned. I shakily rubbed the soap stick between my hands and nervously spread it over my skin. Goosebumps covered my arms and thighs, despite the warm water. I. I dressed like a total slut, just the way master liked. i am 5'7 with 46 FF tits and a fat ass. The clothes i chose really made my look my sluttiest. i decided on a very sheer blouse with a shelf pushup bra and a very tight vinyl spanking skirt. No stockings or panties, just a pair of spiked red heels. Of course also just a little too much make up. i looked at myself in the mirror and my pussy quickly got very wet, knowing that i was dressed like a slut for my Master. Thinking of that always. Good slut He says gently patting my head. A swell of pride wells inside of me. He finally begins touching me again, I force myself to refrain from moaning aloud. He pushes, gently, slowly, licking all around my clit, occasionally letting a cold breath tease the sensitive nub. Do. Not. Cum. He warns me, stern, in a voice that tells me he is not to be disappointed. Gently, he licks my clit, the nerve endings exploding. I force the orgasm back, using every ounce of will power I have. He rewards.