Pete went<em>all the way hard</em>when miss Du Pain teasingly licked her spoon clean with her delicate French little tongue.<em>The dirty, cock-teasing tramp! </em>It took him every shred of restraint in her body to not just grab her by the neck right there and shove his cock as deep up her mouth as he could manage. The response to his request however managed to dull his boiling blood a bit. She smiled genuinely at him and he groaned inwardly at the happy jiggle of her perky tits. Her response sounded like one made by a genuinely pleased young woman.<em>Good.</em>He had figured that appealing to the silly little French tart’s pride would do wonders to sway her his way.<br/><br/>He clenched his fists as the shameless little tramp dared to question his decades of expertise and – laughingly – suggested that<em>she</em>could teach<em>him</em>! He managed a faint smile though and dully replied.<br/><br/><strong>“Perhaps <em>I will</em> be able to teach you a thing or two, miss Du Pain. I certainly look forward to the challenge…”</strong><br/><br/>His prick was now rock-hard, he felt as if he could fuck his way through a piece of drywall, such was its rigid stiffness. He suddenly felt mad at himself for allowing miss McCoy to escape.<em>Drummond was probably drilling her by now. </em>Now he had no one to help get rid of the torturous erection in his pants. And he would only get a stab at miss Du Pain the very next morning. But oh, how he would give it to her then. He made eye-contact with her again and smiled at her, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tightness inside his boxers.<br/><br/><em>Oh, you’ll pay the prize for your shameless behavior in the morning, miss Du Pain… </em>