Mostly teenage experiments. We’d got chatting online, and out of the blue he said to me “I want to come see you, it’s been too long”.I wasn’...t sure, but he was right, it had been a long time. He’d always had a certain hold over me. I can’t explain it. But as a teenager, he’d always loved coming all over my face, cleaning it off with my panties, then making me wear them. Just that certain dominant kind of feel.I gave him my number, and we said 2pm, Saturday. He texted me on Saturday morning and. ”“You… may…” I could feel my balls churning, they were tingling, ready to explode as he said the word. “Not.”It took a second, then another, and as Sam pushed me off him. Why wasn’t I shaking on the floor with my brains leaking all over myself? Why wasn’t I…“You may not cum.”“Please Sir.”“Second lesson Riley, you dont always get what you want.” The water stopped and Sam was out of the shower getting dry. I crawled after him like a wounded dog. “Just because you make a client cum, it in no way. "Is this some kind of cuckold thing? You get his services while he gets your wife's?" NO." said Dan, forcefully. He was aware other people had looked around at his raised voice, so he lowered it. "No, it was broken off when I walked in on them in New Orleans. He came to me and offered me this. At the end of the training, I get to face him in the ring."Slowly a large smile wiped itself around Caddy's face. "Dan, I think you need to start at the beginning here. I think there's a hell of a story. 'Seriously?''Sorry.''Okay, so I'm going to sit on the toilet. Do you think I should take my skirt off, or should I just lift it up?''I think just lift it up.''So you want me to keep my uniform on?' Sammi narrowed her eyes accusingly at him.Trying not to smile, David nodded. Sammi shook her head.'And what about my shirt? Should I open it so you can see my boobs or - oh, I forgot, you already did that. Never mind.'Walking over to the toilet, Sammi sat down, her feet apart but her knees closed..