"Listen - about the breakup. Maybe, we could give it another try?" He blue eyes made my heart felt, and I could barely keep my knees from collapsing. ...I've wanted this for a long time. "I don't know," I replied, staring at his shirt. "I mean -" "Maybe we can give the sex thing another try?" He asked, cutting me off. I responded my leaning over, pressing my soft lips against his. He parted his mouth and slid his tongue into mine, swirling it around. When we parted I felt dizzy, and he smiled. He. "Yes, I am; being honest about it" she replied.Karen quickly interrupted "Carol, you forgot to show proper respect for my master, you must always call him Master or Sir!" Sorry Sir" Carol repeated.I moved over to Carol's side of the table and whispered "you will pay a penalty for that on Friday night, slut" Yes Master" she replied.I slipped my hand on to her knee and gave it a slight pull; she reluctantly allowed her legs to part; as my hand worked slowly up her thigh and on to her hairy pubic. Samantha wished she had treated her new teacher just a little better, in fact, a lot better, but that was the past and this was now.Robert opened the Macy’s store bag he had carried into the room and as the heavy plastic bag made noise he pulled out a ruler length varnished paddle the school had given to him at the outer office counter. Samantha’s eyes went wide when she saw the exclusive school’s wicked wooden paddle.“Robert, surely you can’t be serious about using that wooden paddle on me!”. Man are pigs. There is a lot more to tell. This is where I will tell you how I felt. NOW MY STORY BY LITTLE MISS MARY The very first time that I had sex for money (and became a prostitute and a whore) was in the summer of 1993. I was not a youngster by any means but I wasn’t that old either. I was 37 years old. I was in good health and keep good care of my self. I was very thin only about 100 lbs. And I was about 5 ft. tall. I had long brown hair. The long.