"Yeah, have you got a beer or something. Maybe some wine," Sandy said with a smile. She never wore a bra. She didn't need to. Nature positioned her tits right where they were supposed to be.

They rested high on her chest. They needed no lifting and separating. They were sloped at their tops and rounded at their bottoms. The dark nipples pointed slightly upward.

"I would be caught dead before I served a student an alcoholic beverage," Miss Richardson said. Sandy's waist was very slender. Indeed, it only measured twenty-two inches.

Her hips were round both at the sides and at the rear. Her legs were not long but they were shapely. Her thighs tapered gracefully from her hips to her unscarred knees. Her calves were rounded but not overly muscled. Her ankles were trim and her feet were dainty.

"Well, ex-cuuuuuuuse me," Sandy said. "I'll have a Coke."

"Coming right up," Miss Richardson said. Miss Richardson lusted after and disliked Sandy at the same time. It was not necessarily a healthy combination for the larger, older woman.

Miss Richardson had been known to get pretty sadistic when she was in moods like this. Miss Richardson could get a kick every now and again out of abusing a smart ass cunt like Sandy.

"So you say that you are bored with making it with guys, huh?"

"Yeah, it's the same old thing over and over again," Sandy said.

"Have you ever played any bondage games?" Miss Richardson asked.

"You mean, let a guy tie me up and shit like that?" Sandy said.

"That's right. Some women find the restraint most appealing."

"I don't think I would get into it," Sandy said shaking her head.

"How do you know unless you have tried it?" Miss Richardson asked.

"I always did say that I would try anything once," Sandy said.