"Jeff, can you come up to the board and solve this problem?" Ms. Daniels said. "Uhh I'll try to." I said nervously. I walked up to the board and turne...d toward Nancy. She had the look of "You can do it." In her eyes. "Ms. Daniels, I have no idea what I'm doing." I finally said to her, staring at the board for what seemed like forever. "Well, Jeff, its great that you'll have the extra practice this summer than huh?" She said. "Are you implying you're going to fail me Ms. Daniels?" I said angrily. Chill bumps rush down his back.“I will never slow dance again without thinking of being inside you, Ms. E.”He leans back to watch his dick rock back and forth between her golden thighs, sugar lips extending out each time he withdraws and tightening their grip with each return penetration. “Oh, you feel so good inside me. Just leave your dick right there …”“Shoot, there’s something burning…” Ms. E pulls back and sniffs the air.“That would be us.”“No silly man, that would be garlic.” She scoots. .. you’re ... ummm.” Her back pressed to the wall beside the TV, and her hands did as well. Trapped, completely trapped. She looked past Art to Matt, but the big dumb puppy only smiled back at her, the same hunger in his gaze. He gave her a tiny wave too, like this was all fun times.“I like that you squirm.” Art leaned down as he approached her, and he licked his lips in a very I’m-going-to-eat-you sort of way.“I ... I um...”“I like that you still act shy around us, despite the shit we’ve been. After his uncle fled somewhere in Canada his mother has been looking around and managing Charles's business in Paris. But she passed away last year. She was a reasonable woman but his son is a dog.Shraddha: what do you mean?Mrs White: every year we give their gang a specific amount of extortion money to run our hotel smoothly. But after her death his son has doubled the amount(Starts crying) and when we called him for a negotiation he saw you.Shraddha (with seriousness and curiosity): so?Mrs.