He still didn’t know how he felt about what had happened at Allison’s flat, apart from being sorry for having distressed her – and not just beca...use of the immeidate consequences. She had been justified in being upset, of course. He knew that. She had been entitled to punish him, hadn’t she? He hadn’t meant to worry her but he had been thoughtless and she had obviously been concerned.If it hadn’t been for that what would he have thought of the session? Her peremptory commands, the sense of her. “I’ve had it with you Aman! I want you to stay after college hours today for a make-up lesson.”After Class – 5:45 P.M.Aman sat in the front bench in front of the teacher’s desk and was busy writing in a notebook placed on his desk. Monica was sitting behind her desk and she was busy reading a book with her glasses on.“How much longer do I have to stay her Ms. Monica?” asked Aman lifting his head to look at her.“As long as it takes for you to complete that chapter! Now stop dawdling and get on. "Please!" she whimpered, any trace of previous feistiness raped out of her, "I'm not an animal!"In response Renard roughly grabbed her chin and bored into her eyes."No!" he roared, "You are lower than an animal! You are meat!" Put that away!" he barked, indicating Jennifer, "We'll play with those tits later."Jennifer was seized by her bare arms and dragged over to the box she'd been in earlier. Unceremoniously she was shoved inside."Git outside!" said Renard to his goons, "Get things. She is tall and lanky for age of 11, with a fine light brown skin that tans beautifully every summer. She has high cheek bones and slightly almond shaped eyes surmounted by auburn hair and a pair of lips to die for. Every time we go out, we always get compliments on her looks. Mind you, I feel nothing sexual for my step daughter, only admiration. Well, after ten minutes she came down and was holding something to her waist. I did not bother asking but I gave her a peck on the cheek and off.