Enjoying An Intimate Encounter With An Indonesian Wife

“Your failing grade stands, Miss Taylor. Then he regained control over his emotions. So what happens next?”
What happened next was a series of predictable events as the justice system shifted into gear. “I can’t understand you,” Carlson said, stating the obvious. “Good evening, Miss Taylor.”
“Oh. Thus trussed up, she was turned over and a piece of tape was placed over her mouth. Carlson threw a blanket over her, went up front, and drove for a short time. You look tired, Miss Taylor. Carlson, you must do something for me!”
The Social Sciences professor stared coldly at the girl seated across his desk. Thus trussed up, she was turned over and a piece of tape was placed over her mouth. It’s very quiet here at this hour and I have learned that the patrol car won’t come by for another four hours, so we’ll have plenty of time.”
Marsha was making muffled sounds through the tape that covered her mouth. Then you let her out of the van and drove away. Carlson had not availed himself of these opportunities, one possible reason being that the opportunities had not come his way.