Sarah wearing a sexy cocktail dress you've never seen before

Sarah is standing in the doorway, beaming at my open mouthed expression. She is wearing a dark green cocktail dress that is totally different from anything I've ever seen her wear before. The top is low cut, and her large breasts seem like they are trying to bust out to freedom. There is a slit on the side, going up much higher than you thought she would be comfortable with. I am stunned into silence, and I can't think of a thing to say. Sarah breaks the silence first. "Do you like it?" She gives a little twirl, and the back is as mouth watering as the front. Her shapely ass looks like it could tear through the thin fabric at any moment.

"Uhhhh, I love it," I finally manage to get out. Then I furrow my brow. "But I've never seen it in our closet before..." Given our limited finances, her closet is pretty bare, and I'm pretty sure I would have noticed something like that.

She giggles. "Mr. Robinson bought it for me. That was his surprise last night! He won a bit of money on some scratch off cards and he took me shopping!" Her face falls a bit when I fail to say anything. "You don't think it's too much, do you?"

"No, no, of course not! I'm just concerned that he didn't want to save that money, you know?" I lower my voice in case he is listening. "He is an old man, you know, and lonely. I just want to make sure you aren't taking advantage of him..."

Sarah frowns. "I don't think I am," she says slowly. Her brow furrows in deep thought. She must be replaying things to make sure. "He made me thank him a bunch of times while we were out..."

"That's good. I would make sure to thank him a couple more times tonight. And make sure to be enthusiastic so he knows you mean it," I tell her.

"But I already-" she stops herself and takes a deep breath. "You're right, Liam. I will." Her smile returns. "Now go get dressed. He is taking us out to dinner and he said to dress fancy. We leave in like fifteen minutes."

"Shoot! I need to get ready quick then!" I rush off to the bathroom to get changed and brush my hair. I'll have to make sure he knows he doesn't need to do stuff like this. When I emerge wearing my nicest clothes, Mr. Robinson is already dressed up as well and ready to go.

He adjust his belt a bit and winks at me, "Been a while since I've had to wear this. I'd say a good twenty or thirty pounds ago."

"Ah, you can't tell," I lie. Truth be told, I was a bit surprised at just how much weight he has put on since he was our teacher, but I didn't want to upset him by saying anything. We get into Mr. Robinson's car, a beat up old junker, not that I can say much since I don't have car, and he drives us to a fancy French restaurant. I whistle when I see what it looks like on the outside, and the kind of cars parked out front. "You sure this is where you want to eat? I'd be happy with Olive Garden," I inform Mr. Robinson.

"No, no, I'm sure. You deserve to share in my good luck, kid." He boldly walks up the front desk, giving them his name. We are escorted to a little table in the corner and handed menus.

"Wow, everything looks amazing," I say, looking at the menu awe.

"Order whatever you want kiddo," Mr. Robinson says with a big smile. By the time the waiter comes back around, we are all ready to order. Mr. Robinson orders a steak and I order some fancy looking chicken dish.

When it comes time for Sarah to order, she gives an odd, almost scared look to Mr. Robinson and then orders a salad. "Come on Sarah, you can eat more than that," she struggled for a long time with her body image, and for a while it was hard to get her to eat anything at all, but she'd been doing so good recently.

"I'm just not that hungry," she says, almost longingly looking at the menu as she passes it back. I'll have to talk to her later tonight and make sure that she is doing okay.

We make pleasant conversation as we wait for our meals to be brought out, and when it does, it's just as good as the price would make you hope. Even Sarah's salad looks phenomenal. With our plates being cleared up, I gently poke Sarah in the ribs and whisper to her, "Make sure you thank him again for everything?"

"Right now?" she whispers back.

"Yeah, might as well," I tell her. She looks a bit upset and then nods.

"Mr. Robinson, can I talk to you really quick?" Sarah is so shy sometimes. She must be too embarassed to say anything in front of me.

"Yeah, sure," he says with a really confused look at his face. She leads him towards the back of the restroom and dissapears from view. I sit and play on my phone, waiting for them to come back. The waiter brings up the check, and puts it in front of me. "Oh, the other guy I'm with is paying," I inform him.

"Sir, your two friends have been gone quite some time. I doubt they are coming back." He walks away. Damn, it has been kind of a long time. I wonder if something happened? I open the check and glance at it. Holy shit. It's so much. I don't know if we have enough in the bank account to cover it. Just as I'm starting to panic, Mr. Robinson returns with Sarah.

"Sorry that took so long kid," he says without explanation, grabbing the check and pulling out enough cash to cover the bill. Sarah stays silent, trying to readjust the top of her dress. Her hair and makeup seem like they are out of place too. "She was just really appreciative." She blushes and looks down at the table.

"That's my sweet Sarah alright." I go over to kiss her, but she turns her head so that I kiss her cheek instead.

"Time to hit the road," Mr. Robinson announces. "And I made sure to get us a little something to go," he holds up a bottle of wine. Ah, that must have been what they were doing while I was waiting. Mr. Robinson drives us home, and once we are back home, the first thing he does is pour three glasses of wine. I'm not a big drinker, and neither is Sarah, but Mr. Robinson is insistent, making sure my glass is always topped off. I'm kind of a lightweight when it comes to ****, and it doesn't take long for me to get woozy. "Just one more glass," he keeps saying as he fills me up another time.

I know he is just trying to make sure I have a goos time, so I humor him. "You guys are so nice," I slur out as I lean on him for support. "You with the dinner and clothes and stuff. Saray has been so cool with all the cooking and dishes. Heck, I had to jump up and do them last night before she could!"

Mr. Robinson's eyes flash as if in anger. "You did the dishes last night?" Getting those last words out without puking was an effort so I guess nod. "Interesting," he mutters under his breath, "I'll have to talk to Sarah about that. I don't remember much past that point. They must have put me on the couch because suddenly I'm lying there when I briefly open my eyes. I'm so drunk and my vision is so blurry, when I look over it looks like Sarah is bent over in the kitchen is spanking her from behind. It's so blurry though and I'm so drunk, my mind can't even comprehend what I'm really seeing, and I just fall back asleep and forget about it by morning.

My dreams are weird, I keep seeing Mr. Robinson as Rocky in that scene where he is training in the meat locker. I can almost hear the sounds in real life, though in the dream the meat keeps crying and apologizing. When I wake up, I have a raging headache, and I can smell the sound of bacon being cooked. In the kitchen, Mr. Robinson is standing over the stove making breakfast. "Sleep well champ?" he asks.

"Ugh, not so much." As I wake up, I realize fhat I slept on his bed. "Ah man, I slept on the couch, I didn't-"

"Don't worry about it kid. Go get cleaned up and changed and then come share some breakfast with me, huh?" I look down and realize I'm still wearing my clothes from last night. I walk into my bedroom to shower and change, and I see that I'm not the only one wearing my clothes from last night. Sarah is lying face down on top of the covers, the slit in her dress is splayed out on her other side, exposing her entire ass. I quickly close the door to preserve her modesty. Looking at her ass, I wince. Her entire rear, which is a large area, is covered purple and red with fresh bruises. I knew she wasn't used wearing tight clothes, but I didn't think that it would have that much of an effect on her! I gently cover her up and pull a small blanket over her. She mumbles something, and I notice she was drooling last night, making the pillow wet. She is so cute, even her drooling at night looks cute, even when her drool is a lot thicker than usual.

I shower and change, and Sarah is just starting to stir when I leave. Mr. Robinson is putting plates on the table. "Feeling better?" he asks, and I nod. I'm a little more alert at least. "Good. Then let's eat and we can talk about our plans for the day."