The place was clean. Her lipstick was on. The new black silk panties were hugging her ass. Everything was good. She laid a yardstick down in front of ...the couch, positioning her big toe at its centerline. She then kicked it under the furniture. After taking a deep breath, the submissive initiate put her hands behind her back, looked down at her feet, and waited. At four o'clock, the church bell a few blocks away rang at the top of the hour. After the second toll, Amber heard her front door open. She had become a devotee of TV, something she had precious little time for during her marriage. She had started reading, as well. The biggest problem with both TV and books was the constant reminders of what she had done and what she had lost because of it. But they filled the hours, which had seemed endless and totally unfulfilling.'Breakdown' was a word all too freely used when describing psychological phenomena, but it was rarely more a propos than when applied to Dottie's experience. The. Teasing your nipples, one after the other until you were breathing heavy and pawing at my head.I carry you to the bed and deposit you there with a plop onto the soft sheets and comfortable mattress. I kiss you again, our tongues once again wrestling for dominance. With your wrists pinned above your head in my hands, however, I'm confident you aren't going anywhere. I continue kissing your cheeks, your jawline, down to your throat when I take a few nips of my own before continuing south. I kiss. "Just keep doing what you're doing. I'll talk to Mel and she if she canbuild up Carrol to ask you out."Thanks, hun. You're the best." I know!" We both burst out laughing.Mss Willow was sitting at her desk when we arrived, giggling. She quicklyfrowned. Being one of the older teachers, Mss Willow was a very seriouswoman, and she often didn't approve of some things that the youngergeneration did, especially when it came to boys. She gave us her usuallook over her glasses and we quietened down,.