“Hmm, that’s nice,” she mumbled. French parted her knees passing inverted hands to either knee and hiking her up, her legs dangled either side of his knees, off the floor and completely under his control. Porn sex She stood with her back to him, trembling, unknowing and, if she was totally honest, scared shitless. “Stand up Suzanne.” He commanded, trying to quell the shakiness in his voice and sound authoritative. She had a natural tendency to leadership, but her gift for mischief more often lead to a fellow student bearing the brunt of the fall out. Hers was nothing short of a mini-skirt and her blouse, instead of being the chaste garment that it was supposed to be, always seemed stretched, the buttons barely clinging on to the buttonhole and always threatening to fly apart, exposing her bra clad breasts beneath. “Pick your clothes up and fold them over the chair.” She bent at the waist giving him a view of her ass and cotton covered cunt from between her legs. French then stroked her again, fondling and soothing her skin. He could clearly see the crease of the white cotton fabric as it folded into her labia.
