make her body movements, all her thoughts were captured by the fact that until the appointed time, a little more than half an hour remained in the tanning salon. She really hoped not to be late, and she also hoped that today Sandy would not be there, who would surely inform Master-T if this happens.

Chapter 12

Summer hastily descended the stairs, crossed the hall and went out into the courtyard from where it was the quickest to get to the parking lot. Turning around the corner of the building, she again faced Melanie, who was mediated and was the cause of her haste. The woman felt that she did not have time to drive up to the tanning session and this made her mad.

“Miss Wayne, I know that Mom called Director Harding.” I did not tell her anything! Although I am really very worried about your unwillingness to change the approach to my certification!
- Miss Hart. - replied Summer looking at the girl with undisguised contempt. I spent almost 20 minutes in the director’s office. We discussed the situation and Mr. Harding expressed support for me. I'm so late so let's discuss it tomorrow!

Summer tried to push the student away, but the girl stubbornly stood in her way. She clutched Summer’s bag and pulled. The handbag slipped out of the woman’s fingers and fell onto the asphalt, its contents spilling out. Horrified by horror, Summer saw how her panties rolled along with a bra, exercise books and a black rod of an artificial phallus rolled along the ground. Barely holding a cry, the brunette squatly squatted hastily hurriedly pushing back the toilet articles and everything else.

- Oh sorry! I'm so awkward! I did not want! The girl exclaimed with fervor, unable to restrain a triumphant smile at the sight of the anal plug. I ... I did not want ...

Ignoring her babble, Summer got up and almost ran to the parking lot. She just ran away from Melanie without knowing how to explain the girls why her underwear was in the bag and what the black rod was. Summer pressed her bag to her chest as the most precious treasure. On top of this, it allowed to hide from the children who were in the yard and on the sports ground her jumping at every step of the chest. Tanning session was scheduled for 16–00, now the clock was 15–45. She had only 15 minutes left and the woman prayed that Sandy would not be behind the reception desk today.

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So quickly she did not go or when in life, but at the same time the woman managed to never slip into the red light and did not violate the speed limit. She didn’t smile at all with the police again. As if she was in no hurry but still late. Summer finished what Sandy was still behind the counter, who radiantly smiled upon seeing the brunette.

- Immediately go to office 7, undress and get ready. I will come to you to help me smear with lotion and fix the nipple protectors that Master T gave you. Here are just finish with these two ladies who are not late for your session!

Summer stunned without further questions entered the small corridor. She was amazed that the girl almost did not hesitate to pronounce the name of the master with foreign women. She felt both gazing at her and was afraid to look up. When she reached the right door, she paused for a second before entering, the number 7 involuntarily reminded her of the salon of Marcus, the office with the same number and all that happened there last Saturday.

The woman quickly undressed hanging clothes on hooks, took off her shoes and took out her bathing panties. She fussed with them for at least two minutes, first gently pulling and then straightening narrow strips of skin so that they would run strictly along the bands of unburned skin left over from the last session.By the time Sandy came, she was still straightening her bikini from behind, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The girl entered the office without knocking and did not even close it behind her. Now anyone passing could perfectly see what was going on inside the office.

Looking closely at the girl, Summer finally recognized her. Sandy graduated from school 2 years ago, and with the help of Summer’s assessments, she got into a low-profile municipal college, despite the fact that she played well in the women's volleyball team. In the face of Sandy, there was a noticeable admixture of Negro blood, which made the face with a small nose and a large, hollow mouth not very beautiful but expressive. She was clearly still involved in sports, and the figure acquired the angular features characteristic of athletes. The most remarkable were the breasts of the girl, incredibly lush, which was especially noticeable with a small weight. They were aggressively sticking out of white thin shirts cradling in a defiantly red bra.

- So, whore, put your hands on the back of the chair and spread your legs so that I could evenly distribute the lotion. - Sandy said thinking to herself - It will be interesting. Today, nothing will prevent me from having fun with this beautiful bitch. Master T, told you that you should carry out my orders? If you are obstinate, I will complain to him and he will find an appropriate punishment for you. Let's get started ... you're already 15 minutes late.

Summer obediently leaned forward, clutching at the back of the chair.

- Feet wider whore! - Sandy rudely commented on her actions.

She smiled noticing how readily the teacher executed the command. She pressed her legs to the legs of the woman and pushed them even wider. Aggressively, just like a police officer did yesterday.

Summer froze, she was terribly afraid that in this position the Ben-Wa balls would slip out of the vagina and now frantically tensed muscles trying to prevent it. She felt strong and at the same time very soft Sandy's hands began to rub lotion into her body, starting from the neck and shoulders, gradually dropping down. The girl was a professional masseuse, strong and yet incredibly gentle touch of her fingers was almost erotic. Summer didn’t notice how she began to enjoy feeling rubbing touches to her back and sacrum.

Sandy stuck her thumbs under the strip of woman’s bikini at the waist and pulled them down. Beginnings massage rub fatty lotion into the skin of the strong hemispheres of the buttocks. She heard that the woman in front of her began to breathe and sniff more often and began to knead Summer's ass harder. Ran her fingertips between the buttocks, forcing the brunette to cringe. For a moment, she poured a new portion of lotion on her palm and spread it across the entire section from the sacrum to the hot hillocks of the labia, feeling with pads how hot the sphincter softened in Summer.

- Where is your butt plug? - strictly asked the girl, roughly pressing two fingers at once into the anus of Summer. Did you forget that you had to put it in before coming to the solarium?
- Sandy ... Aaa-yaa did not know! - handed Summer leaning forward. It seemed to me that the last order that the master T gave me was to remove the cork from the priests!
“First of all, whore, call me Mrs. Sandy!” - the girl hissed roughly twisting fingers in an anus of the teacher. And secondly, who allowed you to think?

Summer involuntarily lifted up on a chick trying to loosen the sharp expanding pressure on the anus, looked over her shoulder and looked plaintively at the mulatto.

“Mrs. Sandy, I'm confused!” - She mumbled in front of a muscular dark-skinned girl like a first-grader in front of a teacher. I need to insert a dildo in the ass?

Sandy even stopped momentarily gnashing her fingers over the slippery sticky-patting entrance of a woman’s rectum. She was struck by her appeasability, almost slavish humility of a brunette. She did not even try to resist agreeing with her in everything. There was no fear or anger in her face, it showed something inexplicable but terribly attractive forcing the sweet smell of a mulatto's groin.

- Where is he? She asked finally.
- In my bag! Ay! Cried Summer, feeling two painful blows that had hit her exhausted buttocks.
- How did you say? - Sandy sneered.
- Excuse me, Mrs. Sandy! It lies in my bag.
- Do not move.

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