Mr. Davis promptly reached into his desk and pulled out a pink, egg-shaped device with a curve on the end. He placed it in my hands without a word."Wh...at is this?" It felt smooth and was rather light."A remote-control vibrator," he stated matter-of-factly. "Put it in, quickly now, before the next students arrive." Wow," I remarked, inserting it into my pussy. It slid in easily and I exhaled. "I didn't know they had those."He took out his phone. "See here, I can turn it on and off and adjust the. More soberly, I said, "No one has even heard much of the story of that day. Primarily, it's known that I was spanked and we married. I have said before, it was my worst and best day."Mallard signaled that there was no wind and the runway was acceptably smooth. Bobbi said, "Let's land this monster." I nodded and we did.[Charlie writes from Marseille]Marseille was deserted but there was a beautiful beach not far out of town. We went swimming and I almost felt sorry for Tomas. There were so many. There were some seats vacant at the corner.A mixed bunch of patrons, hunched over their phones or drinks, an atmos[here you find in any hotelbar at 3 PM in San FranciscoI ordered two sake that come in those cute flasks. The ultimate hangover cure, if she wasn't one.We didn't care to toast, just poured are warm drink in the porcelain cup and were silent.I had positoned myself against the wall so had the 45 degrees advantage. I took it. Slid my hand underneath the skirt till my hands found the. I giggle at the thought of him finding someone better than me as I dig through my purse looking for my phone.“Aha!, there it is!” Excited that I found my phone in this dimly lit parking lot ... I’ll make him feel bad, while he’s in there flirting, let’s see how guilty he feels later.“HMPH!!” I unlock my phone and dial 911.“911, What is your emergency?” I hear the operator calmly ask. I wonder how many people call them for stupid reasons. At least I know my reason is legit.Panting heavily,.