Her full lips contrast her bright skin in a dark red. She examines me with eyes, as dark as the night. Her gaze goes over my body: up my legs, stoppin...g at my penis, up my chest and then directly into my eyes that my blood runs cold. It’s a cold, mean gaze. Then she smiles, as wicked as only an evil teacher can before he lets a student fail the class. She holds the gaze until I must look away. Then she pats me on the thigh and turns to the table nearby. She carefully inspects the instruments on. Hearing this, she blushed with embarrassment and walked out of the washroom.Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. As usual, we chatted for long. Before she said ‘good night’, I texted her something. I told her to send me a nude pic of hers.There was a long wait after that. I fell asleep staring at a blank screen. The next morning, when I woke up, there was an unread message from Suguna. I opened to find a nude photo of her in the bathroom! I could see her full body neck down.I was so aroused. As the car left the parking lot, Jess continued her instructions.“Aaron, lose the shorts again.” This was becoming a habit, I thought.I was having great difficulty in sitting down because of the butt plug still lodged in my rear, so I was sitting side-saddle to keep from pressing it further into me.“Emma, I really wanted to get you naked back there, but I know you’ll never get that dress back on so I will settle for you pulling the dress up above your waist. Shimmy as much as you need to until. "As you wish," she said, "but I really need to wee. Lock it."The laughter in the front room had turned to an animated discussion as I twisted the little lock. When I turned back to Mrs Hubert she was sitting on the toilet with her knickers stretched at her knees and her urine hissing into the bowl, then drumming into the water. I watched, spellbound, until she finished and stood up, wiping herself with two sheets of toilet paper and quickly rinsing her hands. All in a nanosecond she returned.