Log In Bigo - Rui is a pretty 35yr old Japanese lady in a kimono.

My master always gives me a free pass when I come over to work for them. Well, they are walking through the park with their kids in tow. He asks me to check out a local attraction, and I take a closer look. It's a Japanese girl's school, where teachers teach Japanese to kids in need. When the family comes over, I head straight for the classroom. The teacher greets the wife with a pat on the head and a kiss. Masako looks up at me and smiles. I ask her what she'd like to study. She asks for the history of Japanese pop culture, and since there is not enough English around to do the topic justice, I quote a few sentences from her book. I then ask, "What are your thoughts on Japanese men?" Again, Masako interjects and tells me to ask the teacher's daughter. I smile and nod my acknowledgement. I'm blushing all over. The teacher's daughter asks her teacher's son to come to her school. I turn to the other, male, student and ask the same. His interest piques my interest.

I then ask, "What are your thoughts on Japanese men?" Again, Masako interjects and tells me to get lost. I get the class together and ask the same from the other boy. As my interest piqued, I then ask, "What are your thoughts on Japanese men?" Again, Masako interjects and tells me to get lost. I glance at the teacher's daughter and nod, hoping she will listen. Still looking up, I try to remain as neutral as possible. I turn to the teacher's son. I tell him I heard someone enter the school building. I hear a car leave and go to see what. I stay on my knees, beginning to blush, when I feel a pair of hands on my shoulders. I turn back to the teacher's son. "You are being taunted, Masako. If you want to study hard, you may come. But stay where you are and do not speak to anyone. Also, be quiet. You may not speak until I give you permission.

Do you understand?" The teacher's son nods, looks at Masako and smiles. "Good. Let us begin," I hear the principal say. I turn back to the hallway, following the corridor full of desks, and find a set of stairs. The gym is directly across from the school, so I tell Masako to wait at the first set of stairs. She smiles, looks at my shoulder and nods, then steps forward. Masako waits. I see her looking down at the floor, her hands on her thighs, her skirt pushed up and pulled up. The gym members are looking at the floor, talking, laughing. The teacher's son starts yelling. "You know, Masako, this is the first time you have gone to a school event. You should be embarrassed. Why don't you get dressed and meet me in the cafeteria." Masako rushes off to her Master, to the cafeteria. Masako, in her dressing room, puts on her uniform and puts on the shoes she bought for today. She rushes out of the classroom, to the parking lot..