“Thank you, Mistress,” I said. I gave her a sincere smile and kissed her cheek.Jess cupped Brent’s ass cheek. “Please CUM again soon, Master B...rent.” She kissed his cheek as well.“Thank you. Both of you,” Brent said. “This has been ... quite a memorable night.”And with that, they made the long walk across the hall to Emma’s apartment.The door closed behind them and Jess and I were alone again.“Wow, that was an exciting night,” I exclaimed. Jess came over and bent down in front of me.“I guess we. “I wouldn't threaten a sheep with that piece of shit,” she spat at the man. “But I will accept your powder and shot.It was then the officer made his mistake. Thinking that no mere woman could be a real threat, pulled his dagger from his belt.Davey sat on his horse on the path above, pistol drawn and ready to fell the man if he thought Jane was in danger. He had no need to worry. With the speed of a striking cobra, Jane brought the barrel of her pistol crashing into the man's face, shattering. She looked carefully and realized that Cassie was flashing her and that she was panty less. Mrs. Jackson’s heart skipped a beat and she felt her nipples harden. Was Cassie purposely flashing her? She had a few intimate interactions with students in the past but she was trying to be good. Her husband had found out about prior encounters and was not happy even though he enjoyed hearing his wife’s detail confessions. He would stroke his hard cock as she recounted the experiences but then would be. Not unless she had a complete change of clothes in her bag, and she didn't. Even if she did, there would be an awful lot of raised eyebrows and inquisitive stares when she suddenly appeared in it.Not that her white blouse and black knee length skirt were unfashionable. On the contrary, her entire wardrobe was filled with such outfits, and they were the best she could afford. But 'respectable' came to mind when describing her office attire. Right now she wanted ‘sexy’. "Still, maybe I can...".