My anticipation and nervousness was high. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her and do all the things I had in my head to her, feeling her wet mout...h around my cock and plunging my dick deep within her walls. But I was still iffy about being watched by her husband. Could I get it up? Could I fuck her as good as he does? Question like those ran through my mind the entire drive over until I check my phone and see that she sent me a sexy nude picture. It was in the bathroom and it showed her. The eyes of the class focussed on the long cane he carried, the feared punishment cane rarely used because of the extreme pain it caused and the welts took a long while to heal. ?Remove your clothes Roger.???Please Sir, no, not with that. Not the cane, please! It was only a joke.???Remove them Roger. You’ll get extra if the security men do it. You disobeyed my instructions and that isn’t a joke.??Although Roger tried to be brave, the tears forming in his eyes showed everyone his great fear. And. Sometimes I would pass her by the lake, throwing my arms wide in a 'why not?' gesture that she would shake her head at and then ignore. One of her professors was part of a poker club I belonged to, so from time to time I'd stop by the class to chat and, if she didn't immediately disappear, strike up a conversation with her as she walked to her next class. It infuriated her to a degree, but there was also something in her - that deep, dark, demented part - that was drawn to my stupidity and my. I’ll never forget those words. Now what was so special about Andrea? Well, I had known her since we were both 8 years old. I had watched her grow up and she was my closest friend. When we were both 11 she started to ask me about my body as she had started to notice boys. We started playing games with each other starting then. At 14 she asked if she could do to me what she had seen her older sister do to her boyfriend. Not really knowing what she was talking about I said “sure”. It was then.