I smiled and knew how sexy I looked. I went down the stairs to find my husband sitting at the bar in the kitchen, reading a magazine. I walked in and ...stood across the bar from him, on my tippy toes, leaning on the counter. He heard me and put the magazine down slowly. "Oh my god. Get over here, baby. I want to look at you more," he said smiling. I walked over to him and he eyed my up and down. He smiled and picked me up by the waist and set me on the counter. "It's all for you, baby," I moaned. As if I am no longer in range of their hearing, normal conversation starts up again. When I come back, the moment of tension is broken and the only look I get is from Lindsey, who is smiling and wanting to know what I am doing on her back.I get to maths alright, everyone I see gapes at me, which is enough to keep them from making any requests of me as I go to my classroom. I'm expecting maths to be an easy class again, but instead of our usual teacher we have a young woman, a substitute, who is. ?I covered my lower teeth with my tongue and curled my lips to shield him from the top. ?As I began to suck and caress his shaft with my tongue, his hands gentled, the touch on my jaw becoming a caress, the fingers in my hair a promise. ?"Look at you. ?Such a good little whore," I heard him say. ?His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I tried to take more of him in. ?I contained my choking as I finally remembered the trick of relaxing my throat, and I don't know if I would call his response. Then I came to my senses, you know, guy out to sea and no women meant guy extremely hard up and will hit anything in site. GrecianGoddess: ==>, Your last email shocked me a bit. I’m not sure if you really just want to meet me or just need a woman for sex. I would like to meet you too, but as to whether or not we have sex depends on how our relationship progresses. Basically I’m telling you I’m not a whore or slut that can be picked and used by men. Decided that pretty well said what I had.