“You know this is quite wrong?” I said. “You are my student and I'm you're teacher and I'm much older than you.” Which was true, but someho...w didn't seem to matter. “What if someone finds out?”“Don't worry, Miss, no one's going to find out from me. And I just love the way you make me feel – so hot and tingly all over.”“Have you ever had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend, Amanda? Do you know what it's like to make love to someone else?”“No, Miss – but I'd like you to teach me, if you don't. He pulls my lips open with his fingers so that he can have better access to my cunt. He dips his tongue into my hole, fucking me with it while his finger rubs my clit. I can feel my pussy start to pulse as he brings me closer to an orgasm. He replaces his tongue with two fingers and drags the flat of his tongue across my clit. Flicking it, sucking it, tonguing it. I cry out. White hot sparks are shooting through me. Just as I reach the edge he stops. I gasp at the sudden loss of contact. The. Elle showered down in the small gym area, feeling less victimized and actually began humming as she dried herself. When dressed she felt like hitting the town and making it sing. No way would she let this hiccup in her personal relationship with Donovan get to her. In a fairly quiet bar where females were outnumbered perhaps eight to one, Elle turned away two men eager to buy her a drink. The third didn’t even offer to buy her anything, he just arrived beside her, announced ‘Do you mind?’ and. In fact, evenings after work are becoming times to be decadent & unravelling your innermost thoughts. Mine go to the hoard of leather clothing, boots & gloves that I collect with an addictive impulse. It keeps me centred, almost to a point of calm. I don't do the conventional Mon-Friday. Instead, I do long 12 hour shifts in media which leave a lot to the imagination. Some things best left unspoken. Others more often that not are. There was a tall blonde at work with long hair, athletic probably.