"Very good!"  The lamia praises Jordan, her cold reptilian eyes sparkling.  Turning once again to the class, she speaks, even as her fingers continue gently working.  "Once your victim has given in to this degree, it's best to give them what they want.  What they<em>need</em>.  And the better the job you do, the more they'll want it in the future, and the more the House will appreciate your services."<br/><br/>Her instruction finished, the lamia shifts positions, uncurling and recurling her tail, so she sits farther back on it.  The tip strokes along Jordan's thighs the scales soft against her skin.  It does not come to a point, but is rounded and ridged, like that of a rattlesnake, although only the soft whisper of scales can be heard as it moves back and forth.  "Tashia, if you would pleasure her breasts, again."  Jordan can feel the hands of the tough blonde grip her breasts once more, slowly kneading.  The lamia leans forward, looking into Jordan's eyes.  "Now, since you've been such a good girl, you can have all the pleasure you want."  She coos softly.  An instant later, she begins pressing the tip of her tail into Jordan's wet opening.  It slides in surprisingly easily, well-lubricated by Jordan's arousal.  The lamia instantly begins moving it rapidly, plunging in and out, the ridges rubbing against Jordan's inner walls.