“Me and a couple of friends have rented the room.” He tells me as we walk into the hotel room, when I look worried he smiles at me, “we have an ...agreement that if we walk in on one of us getting lucky then we turn and walk out so we shouldn’t be interrupted.” He reassures me.“Sounds good.” I smile at him before he kisses me deeply exploring my mouth with his tongue and making me feel weak kneed.“Get undressed.” His voice is a little hard and his command seems to flip a switch inside me that. "Come over here and suck this dick". It became clear to me then that I was going to be serving him during this encounter which was fine. None of my fantasies involved me being dominant. I wanted to submit to a man and have him use me and this trucker was only more than happy to oblige. I tentatively took my own clothes off and crawled onto the bed. On my hands and knees I nervously licked the head of his dick. He thrust forward slightly and I was sucking my first real dick. I did my best to. ”“How did you know?” Liz asked with a smile.“Just a guess,” I said. “Here’s the best tip you’re going to get tonight. Change your major. A friend of mine has a master’s in sociology. You know what she’s doing? She’s the personal assistant to some puffed-up pop star princess. She said it was either that or porn – but after a day with the diva, she’s seriously rethinking going the porn route.”Liz’s eyes narrowed slightly and I saw her poking at her molars with her tongue as she nodded at. To add to her strange predicament Rachel was forced to wrestle with these unfamiliar and uncomfortable feelings completely alone; the girl unable to talk to any of her friends about them, the teenager unavoidably embarrassed, Rachel knowing all too well that her childish classmates would be less than sympathetic if they realised she had a strange obsession with their young female teacher.But then, last night, when Rachel lay awake, a now familiar insomnia brought on by the racing thoughts of.