She was delighted with his sobbing, with his utter submission, she was eagerly looking forward to thrashing his bottom which she knew was not far away..., but no need to rush, it would be all the sweeter when it came. She allowed him to sob, talking quietly to him about how disappointed she was, how she had trusted him, how her knickers were very personal. "David, I am sure that you have done this before, you must have looked at your mother's knickers, and your sister's". "Yes" he muttered. "And. ) Under her jumper, she had on a white polo shirt with the collars of the polo shirt folded over the neck of her jumper. Apart from my reaction to the occasional view of her ass, I never thought of her in a sexual way, whatsoever. She was more like a mother figure, she treated me like I was Mike's brother, cooked for me, and let me sleep over almost every weekend. Later that evening, Mike and I were in one of the busiest bars in town, chatting away, when he suddenly said, "Hey, I know. Four years at the academy, and then another seven in his career as an intelligence officer in some pretty far-assed postings. They’d met during his third year, and he supposed that the rule that a cadet must not be married or in a legal position requiring the support of a child had pretty much been the only thing that had kept her claws out of him back then. God knows without that, a young man who tended to follow his dick around could get into enough trouble as it was. The only thing that had. That night I "forced" him to perform oral sex on me. He had always resisted when I brought it up before... but I told him if he didn't get me off with his mouth, he wasn't getting any Shay candy that night. He proved to be a willing pupil, and over the next few weeks I gradually turned him into a cunnilingual artist. It got to the point where he so looked forward to doing it that sometimes we started our make out sessions that way. I think he liked it better that way; then he could just lay.