..See how Jeremiah takes my heel in his mouth, bends down and puts it carefully on the floor, you clumsy oaf!"My eyes filled with tears, as my head ra...ng from the smack. I'm such a fuck-up!But then Trixie's eyes became forgiving and she leaned back and put a fishnetted foot on each of our crotches and began rubbing casually.Trixie was reading from her "Collected Letters to Shoeblossom"..."Letter from the Corn Belt" by Mistress Eustacia, and laughing...But she kept rubbing our wee- wees!Oh...my. Do you know any other noises? What about a dog or a bitch in heat?’ you ask, rubbing you hand across my back and over my rump amplifying the fact I’m on all fours. ‘What noise would they make?’I flush bright red at the insinuation ‘woof?’ I reluctantly whisper, believing my colour couldn’t become redder.‘Good girl’ you swoon and graze your thumb over my clit - the shame followed by the sensation makes me moan wildly.‘What about say a cow with big udders?’ you ask patronisingly while fondling my. He stood up. He tried protesting again. Still, she smiled and sauntered closer as her eyes took on that look about them. To him she was saying ‘Take me baby. Take me and my body. Let’s do this. Do it to me baby!’ He could barely resist. It was coming closer to the time they needed to leave for the news conference and Jeff could not resist her and that body in anyway. She walked up closer. Now face to face with her tall and gallant looking husband, she smiled into his eyes the way a turned on. She said that would be fine, she could spare at least a couple hours, and I had no reason to be home in a hurry myself. So at 2:00 when school ended, I went up to her room. I looked through the tiny window to see if anyone was inside. I saw that my real teacher had already left, so it was only going to be Ms. Clark and me. She was sitting at a long table near he back of the room, slightly bent over some papers. She was wearing a black blouse and a short skirt, and I stared at her exquisite legs.