Pete had a noticeable spring in his step as he happily walked back to the staff room. He was grateful for the relief Melody had granted him. The girl’s oral skills had been clumsy, but he had been so horny that just the feel of her mouth on his rod had been more than enough to quickly blow his load. At least she had helped him get rid of the tightness in his pants that miss Du Pain had caused him. When he turned a corner, he noticed the French little temptress heading his way. He stopped in his tracks and addressed her.<br/><br/><strong>“Good day again, miss Du Pain… Where are you off to so quickly?” </strong><br/><br/>Now that he was close to her again, he understood very well how she had driven him so crazy with lust. She was a tight little French package, and right now she was giving off a deliriously intoxicating musky scent. Her legs were perfectly shaped and her hosiery hugged them flatteringly. He let his eyes glide over her body again as he spoke to her.<br/><br/><strong>“I hope you’ve enjoyed your short time with us already? I’m sure you’ll feel right at home soon enough. This place has a tendency to get under people’s skins.” </strong><br/><br/>His eyes were burning holes in her chest again. But his earlier orgasm at least prevented him of getting all hot and bothered in her presence. The little tramp wouldn’t humiliate him like that twice in succession. Melody’s mouth had made sure of that.<br/><br/>Pete always had a soft spot for little French temptresses. During his time in the service, he had been stationed in France for a short while. Still in his early twenties back then, he had gone through a few dozen young French hotties in his few months there. The spirit of the sixties had still been lingering in the young Frenchwomen’s mind and most had readily spread their legs for an American serviceman. There was just something about a French ass… And Pete was determined to sample one again very soon…<br/>