Who says age and experience do not count? The next time I rang her to say I was coming to fuck her, she said, "How do you want me?" My answer, the fi...rst thing that came into my head was, "Submissive and obedient". She told me later that my reply was the biggest turn-on for her.This time she was waiting for me clad only in black lingerie. Traditional, yes, but always a pleasure to behold. I scolded her in mild fashion for not wearing a half-cup bra so that I could see her nipples nestling. Over time, I've learned to appreciate and agree with your need and desire for anonymity."The truth. How about that?"That being the case, how would you like to join me for dinner. I know about some crimes being perpetrated in Boston that you should look into. I'll tell you all about them over a pleasant meal."Silence. I'd stunned her."Yes! I mean... ah, darn it. Of course, I'll have dinner with you." Would it be an imposition to meet me at 21 at seven-thirty. I'll make reservations."21! That. .The very last visitor came into the store-room."WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" The old cow yelled. It was my headteacher,Mrs. Sanderson. She was a short plumpy 40-something year old lady, she had shoulder length black cropped hair, and a very stern woman."Hmmph hmmmphh!" I tried to plead my innocence, only the ductape on my mouth prevented me from doing anything but groan and grumble."Master Barkley, hm?! I shouldn't be surprised!" She quipped with her arms folded."Hmmmmmph..." I groaned, my. The third time, she opened her mouth wide enough to make her jaw pop and took just his head in. She held it there for a moment without doing anything, then ever so slowly ran her tongue all the way around the ridge of his head. When she had made a full circle, she ran it back around the other way.He leaned into her and pulled her head toward him as if he intended to jam himself down her throat, but she held him back with the hand that gripped his iron member so that no more than his head ever.