Summer felt a strong pressure on her pubic side that had to bend, clinging to her administrator’s groin, almost groaning from the explosion of strange ecstatic sensations when she felt the hot touch of the girl’s hard, slightly convex pubic area.

- Look behind your back. - Gail continued, involuntarily bending and unbending her knees, she literally rubbed about the buttocks of the brunette with the bottom of her belly like a cat. Do you recognize this gorgeous ass? She is yours. - Gail gasped, burning the woman's auricle with hot breath.

Summer was forced to look over her shoulder. Only now she saw a huge snapshot of a real poster depicting a naked woman bent at the waist, almost half-formed. The face of the model was not visible, and at first Summer decided that Gail was deceiving her. But then I saw several small moles on the magnificent buttocks gleaming from the oil and then two openwork golden ringlets pierced the labia lips looking out between the thighs with a seductive knoll with an uneven cut in the middle. This was without a doubt her photograph.

The stomach of a woman fell down somewhere, a pressing emptiness appeared in her chest. She tried to regain control of emotions that made her crotch pulsate, sharply moistening.

- Gale! I do not know whose picture it is! She lied, pushing the sounds out of her sweet-cramped throat.

In response, the girl's fingers unexpectedly squeezed tightly on Summer's throat. The subsequent push in the ass made her shudder and spread her legs wider. Gale did not keep the outburst of passion that rushed out and did not bite the woman much on the shoulder, trying to keep Phil out of it. She was frightened of her own rush and oyknula not unclenched but iron embrace.

Summer did not understand how this fragile-looking girl had such physical strength. She couldn’t break out of the grip, wriggling with her whole body, trying to make it look decent and understand that from the outside it’s more like she rubs excitedly about the administrator’s body. She almost could not resist the pressure of a miniature weak girl, and this was the most terrible. All the last days, all the time when she was forced to do something, even if blackmail did not come in, she succumbed to pressure with little or no resistance, taking everything for granted.

Previously, she was not so. Summer remembered that she always managed to defend her own opinion or get out of a critical situation when her opponent was many times stronger. Now something has changed, changed in herself, in her psychology. No ... she has never been a rebel, but if she felt right or some kind of injustice she fought and won. Now she was easily manipulated by her former student, she was not rude and did not threaten her - she simply asked constantly referring to a mythical contract that Summer had never seen. At the same time she was forced to do things indecently defiantly shameless, with such a look as if it was a question of asking to borrow 1 dollar and all this happened in the presence of an outsider man. And Summer, trying weakly, without success, resisted this, almost exhausted from the mixed feelings of shame, humiliation and growing excitement. Her mind simply exploded from the abnormality of what was happening.

Phil watched with interest at a couple writhing in some kind of obscene dance.He almost did not see the thin girl of the administrator, only her hands with well-groomed musical fingers, which felt the woman’s throat and pressed against her groin. The brunette appeared before him in all the splendor of exciting mature beauty. At first glance, she could have been given no more than 35, although she was probably older, Miss Wayne clearly followed her extraordinary body. Well-groomed, with perfect skin, without noticeable wrinkles on a very beautiful face, which is now periodically distorted by incomprehensible flour, with magnificent hair folded into a high hairstyle opening small ears in one of which he noticed several ruby ​​droplets of earrings and a long neck on which now and then swelled rope tendons. It was impossible to call the waist of the brunette an aspen, but at the same time there was not a single gram of excess fat on her body, everywhere and everything in moderation, even her magnificent breasts almost did not hang down under their own weight like two smaller copies of bowling balls and this was clearly not plastics. Nor any silicone. Slightly convex belly with an elongated navel dimple, sharp seductive groin lines, gorgeous tight hips, long legs with full but commensurate calves and small feet that hid behind elegant shoes with high heels. In this case, the satin clean skin of a woman was covered with an even saturated tan, which made her even younger.

And this luxurious lady, who was supposed to sparkle at parties of the rich, stood in the midst of a contented tanning salon and shamelessly laid bare in front of him at the request of the administrator. Her bright dress has long been curled around the waist into a kind of crumpled ring, from the rest of the clothes there were only translucent narrow panties that barely covered the crotch. For a long time she had to repulse the girl administrator and call the police, but instead she simply obediently stood still sometimes, whispering, biting her lips and rolling her eyes in prayer, then turning pale and blushing.

Summer felt that the breath of the girl who had burned her skin under the nape of her neck became more frequent. Then came a pain in the neck. Gale's fingers cramped in unintelligible convulsions. They curled like claws. Brightly painted nails with a length of at least 1.5 centimeters pierced the delicate skin causing a painful and yet incredibly erotic sensation. Something hot and rough ran along the left shoulder, ending the path behind the auricle, leaving a cooling wet trace on the skin. Summer involuntarily covered her trembling eyelids, throwing her head back a little in a fit of acute pleasure.

- What are you doing Gale? - breathed out a woman barely coping with the onset of the disturbing languor from which she wanted to groan. Please ... Gale ... don't ... I beg you, don't make me show traces of a swimsuit to this man ... It's humiliating ... Come on, I'll just go to one of the vacant cabinets. - the brunette pleadingly whispered simply crushing the buttocks on the administrator's lower abdomen in a wild rush.
- Miss Wayne, I do not see any problems. Why are you protesting so much? Your current look in panties is not much different from what will happen if you remove them. You just have to show him what he wants, these are the terms of the contract. Replied Gale, pressing her burning cheek against the woman's quivering shoulders.
“What the hell is a contract?” I did not sign any contract! - the brunette responded louder trying to artificially piss herself off, throw off the sweet molasses flooding her brain.
- I saw it with my own eyes. Below it is your signature. I saw her a thousand times when you assured my grades to Miss Wayne.
- Oh my God! This is some kind of madness! I will do this if you promise that my role will end on this and you will let me go! - Summer gave in, which almost physically felt like time was running out.
- I promise Miss Wayne. The tip of the girl's tongue penetrated into Summer’s ear for a moment and disappeared, but that was enough to run a shiver down the brunette’s spine, and her arms were covered with goose-skin to the elbows.Lift your dress above your waist a little bend over and just show Phil the strips of not tanned skin, they are so attractive. - whispered Hale.

The fingers of the pubic brunette barely noticeably stirred the crumpling panties until they turned them into a crumpled strip across the flat area of ​​the pubis, clenched into a fist and pulled the fabric up. Summer almost gasped, involuntarily standing on her tiptoes. The strip of panties in the crotch fell between ... Read more →