Just then, she heard his voice resonating down the hall. She hung up the phone, and looked as the Doctor approached her desk with a female and dropped... off a chart. Amaya looked her up and down. Black 5 inch pumps, black sequined shorts, a white blouse with a black lace bra that could clearly be seen through the blouse. Rock hard tits that had to be filled with silicone with a huge gap in between. Bleach blonde damaged hair with bad extensions, blue eyes, and pink lipstick. It reminded her of. The owl flew in and settled on her mantle, watching her with penetrating eyes. “I know, I know, you don’t have to say it,” she said, settling back into her favorite chair to think. Two love potions for one girl, both brewed on the same night, in draughts measured less than an hour apart. They’d both work, of course. Branwen’s love potions always worked. But what good would that do either young man? The girl’d not be able to choose between them. Of course, that wasn’t Branwen’s problem. She gave. I let out a giggle as the waiter brings our check. Once dinner is paid for you get up, grabbing my wrist, pulling me behind. Once we’re out in the back alley, you push me hard up against the brick wall. “So you like it rough huh?” you hiss into my ear. I nod my head, the rush of excitement overwhelms me and I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the minute. You lean in pressing your lips hard on mine, and your hand goes up my dress to my dripping wet pussy. ‘Someone’s not wearing panties,’ you. Miss Sanderson wrapped herarm around my waist and set down her half full glass. "Welcome to SaintTerssa's sweetie, I hope you understand it's skirts, panties and 24/7feminitity until further notice? Starting on Monday you will report herefor your first day to start your education at Saint Teressa's all girlschool." Miss Sanderson looked deep into my eyes and began stroking mylong curly hair. Her smile and enthusiasm made me crack a smile. "Why areyou looking at me like that miss Sanderson?" She.