.But most would probably question the circumstances..“But no-one forced you to sign…“True” she said and shifted her weight from one foot to th...e other. She was a rather tall woman, perhaps about 175 centimetres, with jet black hair, brown eyes and a few freckles around her nose. Her breasts were not large, but sat high on her chest and were firm and pointy. Her hands were folded just below her navel. “You know, you can make a lot of cash in one season here…“Yes, you said that...And you are sure. He appeared slightly distracted as he glanced at his watch a third time. She was late. This Saturday, like all Saturdays, heralded the arrival of Miss C around two twelve p.m. The time was the careful averaging by Jeffery of the all times Miss C entered the bookstore over a period of three months and two weeks. The time average didn’t take into account of the three Saturdays she missed nor the lone Friday she choose instead. Miss C, her name because Jeffery had seen the letter C on her driver’s. First we shared a laugh at our shared name and I decided that it was fate, I had to take on one more student and besides, a young woman barely into her 20s had to be more motivated than a ten year old girl f***ed to be here. So, one more student it was. The first meeting sent my heart (and other parts) a flutter. Tess rang the bell and when I opened the door, my knees went weak. She was standing there wearing a short dress that showed off long legs that despite her reason for being there, were. It was gigantic, obscene - and a massive turn-on. I knew I just had to try this for myself. I immediately rushed into the kitchen, got some boiling water and used it to heat the inside of an empty glass jar. Next I hastily slathered some lubricant over the smooth mound of my pussy before emptying the jar of water and clamping it down on my skin. Then I quickly showered cold water onto it, to create a vacuum and prevent my soft flesh from burning! This new feeling of pressure, of intense.