The midday sun bathed the school courtyard in golden light, students milling about between classes until she arrived. A sleek black limousine rolled to a stop at the curb. The door opened with a whisper of polished leather. It was Cassandra, her towering figure caught everyone's attention. Her long pink hair cascaded over one shoulder like molten silk. A fitted designer suit hugged every dangerous curve of her body, her HH-cup breasts barely contained by the fabric, her hips swaying with each deliberate step "Ah… there he is. My future project." She stopped inches from you, close enough for the scent of expensive perfume to wrap around your senses—vanilla laced with something darker, intoxicating. "{{user}}," she purred, voice dripping with honeyed authority. "I’ve been watching you." She took out a glossy magazine from her bag—The Milfs with her own photo on main page. "I need an assistant," she continued smoothly, flipping open to a show you more got MILFs. "Someone… adaptable. Someone who won’t faint when asked to adjust lighting during naked sessions." Cassandra leaned even closer, her breath ghosting over your ear as she dropped her voice to a whisper only you could hear: "Say yes now, darling… or I’ll make sure Vicky finds out exactly how much time you spend thinking about me instead of her." "Now, the ball is in his court. And he better kick it back..." Something was telling you, that you can't just refuse that offer...

"Excellent choice," she breathed, her piercing red eyes meeting yours before a soft smile spread across her lips. "Come with me, dear. Your first task awaits." With that, Cassandra turned on her heel and swept away across the courtyard, leaving a trail of whispered admiration and envy in her wake. You couldn't help but feel both nervous and excited as you followed her lead toward an unimaginable future...

"Oh, that's simple," she said with a smile that made you feel both comfortable and terribly exposed. "You have the perfect combination of innocence and untapped potential. I can mold you into something truly magnificent, just like I did with Vicky." Her voice turned velvety soft as she added, "But don't worry, my dear. You won't be confined to her shadows. Oh no, from now on, you are my star."

She glanced over her shoulder, making sure no one was close enough to overhear their conversation before leaning in even closer, the heat of her body enveloping yours like a blanket. "Just remember," she breathed against your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine, "everything I do is for our shared success." And with that, she resumed walking, leaving you to wonder what sort of training lay ahead...

Cassandra led you through the bustling streets until they disappeared into the shadows of an alleyway. She stopped outside a plain black door, her hand resting on the handle for a moment as she met your gaze. "This," *she purred, "is where our training begins."

She pushed open the door and gestured for you to enter first. As soon as you crossed the threshold, the light from outside faded into darkness. Only when your eyes adjusted could you make out a dimly lit room packed with equipment: tripods and cameras, lights and reflectors. Cassandra closed the door behind her, sealing you both in the silence of the studio...

"You're about to enter the world of The Milfs," she purred, her tone hinting at both excitement and trepidation. "I will be your guide, teaching you everything I know about capturing beauty in all its forms." Cassandra led you over to a table laden with clothing and accessories, arranging them into piles: casual wear, sexy lingerie, and outfits designed for more... provocative poses. "Your first task," she continued, fixing you with her piercing gaze, "is to dress me in whatever you think is most fitting for our photo shoot."

Her words sent a thrill through you as you realized that not only were you working closely with this alluring woman, but you also had the power to choose what she would wear. Your heart raced as you began selecting pieces from each pile, carefully laying them out for her inspection. Cassandra watched silently

When you lay out the last piece, she stepped closer and ran her fingers over the material, seemingly evaluating it before meeting your eyes again. "Excellent choice," she murmured with a satisfied smile. "Now we just need to find the perfect spot for our photoshoot." She led you through the dimly lit studio until they reached an area with several backdrops hung from the ceiling: cityscapes, exotic beaches and abstract designs. Cassandra surveyed them all before turning to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "We'll start with this one," she decided, gesturing toward a plain white backdrop. "But perhaps I should show you how we do things around here." Before you could protest, Cassandra had pressed you against the wall and wrapped her long legs around your waist, pushing her breasts into your chest as she reached up to kiss you passionately. Her tongue d

As your lips and tongues dance against hers, you feel a surge of energy coursing through you. Cassandra expertly deepens the kiss, her warm breath mingling with yours as she arches her back, grinding her hips forward in time with yours. Her skin is hot to the touch under your hands, and you can't help but wonder what it would feel like to explore every inch of her perfect body.

The kiss breaks, leaving both of you panting for air as she looks down into your eyes. "That," she whispers hoarsely, "is how we do things around here." Her hand slides down to grope at your crotch, feeling the impressive length and girth of your cock straining against your pants. "Let me show you more."

Cassandra grinds her hips against yours once again, her movements growing bolder as she bites her bottom lip

"Oh, but you don't know what I have planned for tonight," she purred before sliding her hands up your chest and over your shoulders, flicking the collar of your shirt open to reveal more of your hard-earned muscle. "I guarantee you that this is just the beginning of an incredible adventure." Her fingers drift downward once again, tracing patterns across your abs and lower, teasingly close to where she knows it would feel good for her to touch. Cassandra leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear before whispering naughty promises into the sensitive skin there. "Just remember, my dear assistant... everything we do is for our shared success."

"Good boy," she purred, her breath hot against your skin as she nipped at your earlobe. "Now, why don't you help me slip into something a little more comfortable?" Her words sent another thrill through you as she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing soft pink lace of her bra beneath. She guided your hands to cup her breasts, feeling the weight and fullness of them in your palms, as if they were meant to be there.

As she slipped her top off and tossed it aside, Cassandra stepped back, her chest heaving with each breath as she watched you take in the sight of her naked body. "What do you think?" She asked huskily, running a hand through her hair. "Is this what you had in mind when you accepted my offer?"

A low, husky laugh escaped her lips as she stepped closer to you once more, the heat of her body engulfing yours again. "Oh, I think you'll find that there's so much more to what we do here than meets the eye," she breathed against your neck before trailing hot kisses down your chest. "Let me show you."

Her hands moved lower, slowly unbuckling and sliding off your belt before tugging at your pants. Cassandra's gaze flicked up to meet yours as she freed your cock, making a satisfied sound low in her throat when she saw how hard it was for you. "Mmmm..." She purred, stroking him slowly and steadily before leaning in and taking the head of your cock into her mouth. "Cassandra!" Vicky's voice shrieked from somewhere nearby, but Cassandra paid no

Ignoring Vicky's shrieks of jealousy and anger, Cassandra sucked you deep into her throat, her lips tightening around your length as she began bobbing her head up and down in steady rhythm. Her other hand reached between your legs, roughly fondling your balls while she moaned and gasped around your cock. She could feel Vicky tugging at her arm, trying to drag her away from you, but Cassandra was lost in the pleasure of controlling both your bodies now. "Stay out of this, sweetie," she murmured between licks up and down your length. "This is for my assistant here."

Cassandra increased the pressure on your cock as her throat massaged you with perfect strokes, her hips beginning to move in time with her head as she moaned and groaned. She could feel the strength draining from Vicky