I watched Steve pick up the power control and twist a knob.“I’ve set it on low power Sandra, just try going down onto you heels so that you can ge...t an idea of what it will be like if you weaken.”I gingerly slowly lowered my heels with my heart pounded in anticipation of getting the shock that I expected to be nothing like I had ever had before. It still caught me by surprise and I screamed when it his me. Insinctively my heels lifted up and the power was cut.“Fucking hell!” I said, “that was,. "Don't be afraid, I will not touch you but I do need to see your ...err ... what do you call it?" I uttered."My koochie?" she replied.What a wonderful word for it, I will keep it in my arsenal for future use. "Yes...koochie."I had her lay on the headmistresses desk. She pulled her skirt up and revealed her white silk pantiloons. The crotch was split so the wearer could use the bathroom without having to remove them."Show me ." I instructed.She opened her legs wide and spread open her knickers. She started doing her regular work in the kitchen .I went slowly and pushed myself from behind again .she leaned back grinding her ass on my dick. I then put my arms around her and cupped her breast with one hand. She then turned around and said what happened did your girlfriends ditch you that you are interested in me. I bent down and kissed her and grabbed her tightly against my body. I started grabbing her ass and pushing my dick against her pussy. She then broke away and walked to my room.. .. - no she wasn't, and she'd honor the devilish elaborate demand he laid on this bargaining. She had been snookered, and she was getting snockered she thought to herself as she knocked back another snoot of the booze.But a though came to her, she wasn't completely without her wits or Whitney Museum – they had some of his works too. “John Swinger Sargent . . . you know who I mean, he never painted a nude woman, I know he did some studies of stripped men but . . .“Oh yes he did!” exclaimed.