Babysitters Education Ch. BDSMMy name is Mia and I am a freshman in college. Before you ask, no its not a big fancy Ivy League school or even a state university. Im going to my local community college for a couple of years to save money. My goal is to go to law school some day so I still have seven years of expensive university in front of me so I figured getting my basic classes out of the way in a more cost effective way was a good thing. Its been quite a transition. In high school I was a cheerleader and dated guys on the football and basketball team. I was part of the in crowd, always invited to the hot parties and always had guys fawning over me. A bored suburban husband finds his affair with a highschool babysitter fast snowballing out of control in this black comedy from firsttime screenwriterdirector. XRhSlPabejzKfBFyin2Msze0.jpg' alt='Watch The Babysitters Streaming' title='Watch The Babysitters Streaming' />After graduation, that changed. All my friends had jobs so we couldnt hang out like we once did and if we did get together it was never in a big group. Then in August, they all went away to school leaving me to be, well, just me. I had just turned 1. I knew nobody and where nobody would think I was special. It was a culture shock. I dove into my studies and slowly began to enjoy college life although I was always a bit jealous of my friends as I imagined them having wild parties all the time and enjoying their freedom away from home. I still lived with my parents, which was OK since we got along fine, but it did preclude me from partying too much or experimenting with drugs, sex and other things like a stereotypical college student. Thats not to say I was a nun, but I just pictured my old girlfriends hooking up every weekend with some hot college stud, going to fraternity parties or both. It wasnt until my second semester that I believe my real education began. That was when I took a Womens Studies and Comparative Cultures class. Watch The Babysitters Streaming ServicesWhile the class was fascinating as it dealt with how people around the world lived in different ways, specifically how cultures affected womens lives, the real benefit was the teacher. A woman named Renee taught the class. She was French, having come to America nine years ago to go to college. She said she had met a boy in school and got married right after graduation. Unfortunately the marriage didnt last and now at 2. None of that would have mattered if Renee didnt also have a four year old son and needed a babysitter every other weekend. When she asked if anyone in the class had a younger sister who babysat, I raised my hand and she asked me to stay after class to discuss it. Pornper. com is an online porn streaming tube site adding new porno videos every day Stream and watch Sex in HD and high quality videos. Maturbate with your favorite. Renee was surprised that I was volunteering for the babysitting job. I had experience from when I was in high school and I could always use some extra money. She told me she was hesitant because it could look like she was trading my services for a better grade, but I reassured her that was the furthest thing from my mind I didnt need help with getting a good grade and that I would keep it a secret if that made her more comfortable. I started babysitting on Friday and Saturday nights, every other week. Her ex husband took her son every other weekend and on Wednesday nights and she explained to me that she needed some adult contact on the weekend to keep herself sane, if you know what I mean. I did know what she meant and even commiserated a bit with her that since my friends were away from school, my party schedule was greatly diminished and I rarely dated. That is why I was free on the weekends. While I wouldnt say we were friends, we did get to know each other a little more than a typical studentteacher relationship. Every other Friday and Saturday night, I would show up at her house about 8pm. She liked that I was older and could stay up later. Her son was almost always ready for bed, so after Renee left, always looking very formal with an alluring dress and impeccable make up, he would go to sleep and I would study or watch a movie. She would return, usually about midnight. She would then have a glass of wine or two to wind down while we talked about her dates, my boring social life or just chatted about current events. Renee was actively traversing the singles bar scene looking for someone to connect with. It was kind of depressing knowing that in time, I too might be making that journey if I didnt find someone at school. Every week that she didnt find the next Mr. Right was a conversation about why American men are such pigs I had with her while she drank. Some nights she came home later 1 or 2am having obviously hooked up with somebody. Those guys were Mr. Right Now. Those nights found her in a better mood, if only for a couple days until it was clear they were not calling her back. We never talked details, but it made me feel sad for her. I didnt understand why she couldnt find somebody. She was beautiful, educated and her French accent was alluring, or so any boy who heard it at school would tell me if we talked about her. Maybe it was cultural or maybe she was just still on the defensive about getting emotionally involved. But that changed when she met Mr. X. I called him that because she never mentioned anything about him including his name. She met him on a Saturday night. She left the house wearing, well, what I considered a pretty slutty dress showing lots of leg and a fair amount of cleavage. She also had on stockings and four inch stilettos. She didnt mention it, but I knew it had been a few weeks since she got lucky and I guess she was trying to stack the deck in her favor. I made a mental note to be prepared for her to get home late. That didnt bother me. I usually fell asleep on the couch and she always paid for the extra time without a fuss. I told her good luck and winked at her as she walked out the door. She smiled back and said, Luck is not a factor. Watch Club Paradise Online Iflix. As was the usual case, her son slept through the night with nary a peep from the baby monitor disturbing me. I got caught up on my studies and watched a movie. About 1. 1pm my phone chirped and I saw that Renee had texted me saying she was going to be late. Possibly as late as 3am. I told her that wasnt a problem and sent her the wink emoji. I then finished my movie and started another one, but I fell asleep about 1. I woke to the sound of her heels on the hardwood floor. She was trying to sneak past me, but bumped into the coffee table. I immediately woke up, for a moment forgetting where I was. She was giggling. Id never seen her like that. She was also walking like she was sore. As I got my wits back, I realized she was drunk. And from her messed up hair and make up, not to mention her dress being wrinkled far more than when she left, I deduced that she got lucky that night. From the way she was walking gingerly, Id say she got seriously lucky as somebody had obviously fucked her right. Of course, I didnt say anything as that would be inappropriate, but I was happy for her. I must say, I could use a fucking like that as well. I said good night to her and began walking toward the door. She offered me the guest bedroom since it was so late, but I declined. She didnt live far from my parents house and I wanted to go home. She looked a little disappointed like maybe she wanted to talk brag about what happened, but I really didnt want to know the details. Two weeks later on Friday night, she was again dressed pretty trashy and giggled that she would be home late and hoped I didnt mind. She again said I was welcome to the guest bedroom instead of crashing on the couch and just said to take the baby monitor with me if I did that. It was after 3 when she staggered into the living room. Her dress was still neat, but her make up showed signs of crying and her hair was a mess. But she was in a great mood. This time I did stay for a few minutes of girl talk while she drank a glass of wine but all I could get out of her about her date was that she now had a friend with benefits that could keep her sane. Each night I babysat she would return happier than when she left and definitely unkempt from her flawless condition when she had walked out of the door earlier. I was a bit jealous. Monday through Friday in class she was a model professor, professional in every way.