#70580 - “It's Miss Wendal, isn't it,” I gasped, picturing my lovely History teacher, a black-haired, doll-faced beauty with blue eyes and lush breasts that always stretched her blouse and had all the boys, and me, drooling. He watched, eyes hungry. “Sex toys? Or was someone hiding in there?” Daddy stared into my eyes as he towered over me.
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