getting a well-deserved rating.
«Great as always, Lily!» said the teacher of the midwifery cycle, smiling at the groin.
Tom went out into the corridor with the girl, feeling her warm and happy hands on his neck.
«Without you, I would not have passed the exam,» she whispered, her plump lips gently touching his plump lips, leaving a tremulous and uncertain kiss that tingled his trimmed beard.
«Do you want to thank me?» Shulman flashed lustful eyes, lighting up the girl with a roguish and slightly crooked smile.
Lily licked her lips, then bit her lower lip, playfully replacing the positive response.
«In order…» he grabbed her hand, quickly climbed to the second floor, ran down a narrow corridor, and finally unlocked the door to his office.
Tom glanced at the girl's face from time to time, still resolute and smug. They entered the classroom by the hand, squeezed between the desks, and went to the teacher's Desk. The man was sitting in a chair with his legs wide apart, and he slapped his thighs several times, beckoning to Lily.
«Sit on me.»
The girl took everything absolutely literally, sat down on the edge of his knee, straightened her skirt, looking questioningly into his clear blue-green eyes, into his haggard and tired face. Impatiently, Thomas lifted her by the elbow and turned her so that her legs began to part.
«Yes, that's it, spread your legs and sit down, huh?»
Lily sat on his strong, firm thighs, smoothing the edges of the skirt, carefully and slowly straightening the crumpled fabric, timidly looking into his eyes. Tom lowered his skilled hands to her legs, quickly brought them to her buttocks, where he pulled her closer to him, lowering the scabbard to his groin. She flinched, feeling a steady male impulse, and made a sharp attempt to pull away, but Shulman wouldn't let her, pulling her even harder.
«Don't be afraid of me, sun. I'm in control, okay?»
And now she was hot even through the fabric of her underwear, burning him, arousing him, and driving him mad at the same time. He looked into her brown eyes, half-closed and relaxed, reading her lust, seeing his own reflection. Thomas knew she wanted him, but if he hadn't been wearing trousers, she would have straddled him. But, alas, so far they only «play». How long will these games last, and what happens when Shulman gets tired of waiting? His hands still rested on her buttocks, which he moved smoothly but rhythmically and sensuously. Finally, her apparent indifference was betrayed by a moan that Tom covered with his lips, stretching out the pleasure and the kiss. He watched her parched lips, with their little cracks and hollows, as his deft fingers reached for the neck of her light shirt, undoing the buttons one by one, as if casually touching the soft skin. These moments seemed interminable because of the trepidation and excitement. After the fourth button, a woman's hand stopped his fingers.
«Let me see.» the Jew's voice became very low and hoarse, even more strained: «I won't eat you with my eyes, will I?»
It was hard not to argue with Shulman here, because his gaze had been eating into her soul from the moment she first met him in class. The girl hesitated, weighing all the pros and cons, seeing the complete calm of the Jew sprawled on a chair. His even, measured breathing also relaxed her, and she opened the edges of her shirt to look at him. Tom watched her in silence, his eyes fixed on her, feeling a new surge of arousal that pushed at his hands, but he tried to keep them, like his penis, in check, expectantly Sizzling the young and tender roundness of her breasts. Lily wanted more, swallowing the bittersweet taste of the first conscious, or maybe not, desire that flowed through her body, gathering in the pit of her stomach.
«Do you want me to show you something?» she asked in a low, almost soundless whisper, to which Shulman nodded approvingly, watching as she pushed her shirt aside, half exposing her left breast, giving him a glimpse of the scar. It was small, but deep, and looked more like a cigarette butt that had been smothered on the skin. «No one else saw it.»
Tom wondered how it had come to be there, and who had dared to leave it, but instead the man ran his fingertips over it, feeling the roughness of the small depression. Lily adjusted the edges of her clothing, and the man frowned thoughtfully, his face contorted slightly.
«Show me more!» he said, and without thinking, Lily pulled back the cloth, revealing the same scarred chest. Thomas jerked down, his lips wet and hard, quickly kissing the old wound.
Lily began to breathe faster, drawing in the air that was now so lacking in her adrenaline-filled lungs. She ran her fingers through her unruly brown hair, which a moment ago had been neatly arranged on its side and smelled of tar soap. Shulman raised his head, returning to the girl's insatiable lips, echoing in the empty office with a ringing smack, like the clicking of dry fingers against each other. She touched his silky, full beard, studying its colour, which was several shades different from his hair. He buttoned his shirt carefully, returning his hands to his slender waist, wanting to cool his ardour, which would not have done any good just yet. Thomas and Lily went down to the car, holding hands, and Tom didn't care if anyone in College saw. They didn't care, because Tom was walking hand in hand with a beautiful student, walking her to his car. Three months of such jokes would make him impotent before his time. Shulman is basically doomed to this, because the gas he inhaled and burned a good half of his body during the war. Lily stared out the window, fidgeting on her wet panties, which had soaked his pants in the area of the fly, leaving a small blur.
«How do I remove it now?» He muttered to himself as he tried to clean his pants, because he was going to meet with Ahmet Ozan, the head of the Turkish group.
«Tommy, please, I don't want to go home yet!» she pleaded, not wanting to be bored in her room.
Lily no longer needed to learn Latin, so Thomas kissed the top of her head with a grunt of approval.They entered the lobby of the bar, where Tom wanted to get back to his men's business.The girl got out of the car, hiding behind him.
«So I need to do some work, okay? In the meantime, take a walk around the bar, look in the pool room, and eat something nice in the dining room, Okay? Just don't touch anything, it's dangerous!»
«Don't worry» he warned her, adjusting her cardigan, placing the curious item under Isaac's responsibility.
«Well, keep an eye on her. She's a real badass!»
Half an hour of peace and quiet while Shulman sorted through his documents, checking and rechecking each delivery agreement. Ahmet Ozan-his former friend and just a pretentious freak, appeared very conveniently. Tom got up from his seat and started toward him, because the bastard had to be escorted. He knew that Ozan was constantly closing stores and establishments that sold his signature drug. The bastard did his job quietly, unnoticed, and unnoticed. Then why is Thomas making drugs so that some little shit like this can't stop him from selling them? Tom was literally nervous about the lack of sex, as well as the revolver that was in the desk. His ten percent, a paltry ten percent of drug revenue, Ahmet wants to cut even more? The Turk was already waiting for Thomas in his light hat and three-piece suit with a virgin moustache that even Lily wouldn't have appreciated! All his Turkish essence and nature reminded Thomas of a faggot from the Renaissance! Even Lily, even she, would not have climbed on this effeminate scoundrel, who well, a priori can not be a man.Tomas came up to him, looking haughtily and inquiringly into his tanned face, intending to say a few kind words, but they were all deafened by the girl's screeching.
«Everyone stay HERE!» Shulman muttered, recognizing the voice and rushing toward it.
Lily stood with burned, aching hands. Tom flew over to her, put his hands under the cold water tap, and fortunately washed the whole
