The effect on her was electric as he mashed the breasts into her chest and rotated them.“Unhhhhhhhhhh! Ha! Yah! Uiii maaaa!” She shuddered. Her fa...ce was screwed up in a look of intense pleasure. She pounded him mercilessly. “Come beta, come! Fill mamma!” She pleaded.The words did it. The stud youngster could have fucked her more, he knew it, and she knew it. She smiled at that thought. Unlimited pleasure lay there for her to take when she wanted, as she wanted. But they had both heard some door. An agreement was made and they said goodbye and Gail went smiling to her car.It might be hard to recognize her from the girl in San Diego of a few months before. She wore her hair in a tight severe bun. Horn rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She wore little or no makeup and her dresses were long and she generally wore tweed suits that helped to hide her voluptuous form. At the school, working in administration, she was known as cool and efficient, all business. The boys at the school seemed. “You’re here because you have certain...sinful, desires. Aren’t you?” I let my hand on her back slide down to her lovely ass. “Mmm, yes. I want things that it would be inappropriate to ask of my husband.” She answers her rear pushing back against my hand. “I’m not your husband.” I tell her. My other hand inching ever closer to her full breasts. She shakes her head. “No, and I was told to do whatever you say. That all our sins here would be forgiven.” She reaches down and grabs my hand on her. "Well, she is my Mistress. Shall we get this in the open." I confessed, "She knows it is inevitable that I will encounter other women and of course she would want me to be polite and respectful to them. I have to tell her of course. She introduces me to other women too sometimes. It's good training." How do you mean Mistress?" she queried, "that's an old sort of a term isn't it, especially if you're not married." She is my Mistress. She owns me." I replied simply."Owns you?" I am her slave. It.