“I think we should keep our conversation to Bethany.”
“Of course,” Janet agreed with a smile. Indian hot sex Janet ordered, “Look at me, my teacher pet.”
Jasmine opened her eyes, the candy cane still inside her. Jasmine nervously asked, “What did Bethany tell you?”
“First, that you were wearing thigh highs underneath your teacher attire,” Janet began. “Knees,” Janet ordered. She went to hand it to Mrs. Nylons were part of who she was, like her brown hair, blue eyes and 34b breasts. “Your white sluuuuuuut,” Jasmine declared, loving the racial aspect of her submission. Those were the last words she thought could possibly be said to her. “I have for some time now.”
Janet smiled, “Well, I think I know exactly what I’m getting Bethany for Christmas.”
“A white teacher slut,” Jasmine answered, taking the candy cane from her cunt and putting it in her mouth. Whichever cliché you like best.”
Jasmine really wasn’t sure what to say. Jones, I must insist. …”
“Now!” Janet firmly ordered, her tone no nonsense. Yet, she couldn’t read this beautiful black woman, ‘was she hitting on me?’ She pondered.
