You have successfully ruined my career. I might not even last to the end of the year.”“So, the duchess takes second place on your priorities list.... I’m guessing your third question will be about the fight and the damage to the mess hall. Do you still want to ask it, or have I ruined the reveal?The commandant slammed his fist onto the table. “Have you heard nothing I’ve told you?!”“I heard everything. What I have yet to hear is a problem that can’t be dismissed or swept under the carpet with. ‘Well are you planning on coming during those three days?’ I asked. She looked down momentarily, then looked up, before once again meeting my eyes. ‘No,’ she said. Then, as if she doubted her own words a little, and perhaps felt a need to emphasize her commitment, she added, ‘I’m not. ‘However,’ she said, ‘that question aside, we thought we’d let you have control over such decisions for this evening. Perhaps it would be useful for your research.’ She was playing with me, on some level, it. Now."I was ready to cry, not sure what kind of trouble I was in. I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and slipped off my shoes and socks while Mrs. Wilson sat on my bed. I took off my jeans and was standing there in my white Hanes underwear. My cock was ridiculously hard and there was no way to hide that. "You still have clothes on Peter. Take off your underwear...now." I took them off, then tried to hide my cock with my hands crossed in front of it.Mrs. Wilson stood up then and stepped in. At first I was scared that she'dbe angry with me for violating our "understanding," but I had apleasant surprise in store. "Babe, you know all those guys that kept asking you to dancetonight?" I said this to the rhythm of a long, slow fuck-stroke. This was followed by a breathy silence a couple of morefuck-strokes long, then Trina whispered hotly, "Yeah?" "You know that what I kept thinking' about during this fuck?" I continued the sensual pace all the while our whisperedconversation took.