She was a divorced lady that had these loud clicking high heels that let you know she was coming into your close proximity and the scent of her French... perfume was enough to make me dizzy with the excitement down between my legs.When she had me face down on the sofa for my trimming session, all I could think about was how many guys she had pulled her knickers down for and if she took it up the ass like my high school teacher. It made me pause to consider my own sexuality and I definitely came. Mujhe to itna maja aa raha tha ki pucho mat.Ab me jhadne wala tha to wo mujhe chor nae rahi thi, me bahar apna pani nikalne wala tha but wo apne pairo se mere kamar ko jakad li aur andar hi jhadne boli bas jaise hi ranju ne bola me jor k jhatke diye aur uske andar hi jhad gaya. Wo mujhse itna khush hue ki ab wo roj mujhe chudwane k liye call karti hai. 1 bar usne mujhe ratke 2 baje call karke bulaya. Mujhr laga ki ghar me koe nae hoga but jab me ghar gaya to uske bache bahar wale kamre me so. I wondered where we weregoing as I drifted off to sleep. The new day dawned with the sun coming through the cracks in the blinds.It had been a fitful night of sleep. I don't know if it was because Iwas not used to sleeping with a huge lump for a belly or the tremulousdreams I had thinking about the new predicament I was in with Brad. I rubbed my eyes nearly poking my eye out before I remembered my newnails. I tried rolling out of bed but couldn't turn over withoutconsiderable effort. I ended up. He pressed on without listening. “Regulations are very clear, Belinda. Your hem line must be no more than 4 inches above the knee, measured from the floor at a kneel.” My dress was higher than that even before the booby-fairy visited me. Now it was a subject waaaaay beyond doubt, but as he was saying it he reached back to his desk for a ruler. This was not looking good, but both my hands were now frantically tugging at my hem and pulling my dress even tighter over my breasts. I couldn’t utter a.