I would cautiously approach Michael, give him a kiss or massage his neck, or something non-committal, and then would see if there was anything else I ...could do for him.After a while, I began to understand him better, to learn his needs, and learn what he wanted, and when. After about six months, I felt I knew him completely.And what I discovered just blew me away. Like all men, like I was when I was a man, Michael is full of weird conflicts and contradictions. First, he is incredibly hard. It was a wooden X. it had straps to restrain a boy in place, so that he would be forced to stand spread-eagled. Miss Andrew’s brutal red high heels clacked on the tile floor. She enjoyed teasing the boy’s with her slutty teacher look. Her hair let down, glasses, button-up blouse and pantyhose. Only to then punish a boy for being a pervert. Or stomping the front row boy’s balls between her heel and his chair to quieten the class.Miss Andrews addressed the class, “Girls, this is our new. She takes hold of it, stroking it slowly with her hand. Then she looks up to him, their gazes meet. "Mine!" She declares with a smile on her lips. "Yes... all yours...", He softly whispers under his breath as he softly moans under her touch.She proceeds to kiss the head of his cock. Kisses it again, then licks it slowly with her tongue. He moans a little as he holds her hair in his hand, keeping it out of her face, holding his other hand behind her head. She moans softly as she wraps her lips. Raised as a "good girl," I was the kind of person who would never imagine anyone, especially me, having thoughts such as these. I was more than a little confused and concerned. Was I becoming someone I hadn't met before? Was I losing my mind or, if not, perhaps my morals? Was I in some kind of long-delayed rebellion? Or was I becoming someone I was honestly supposed to be? Whatever it was, these thoughts were, I had to admit, delicious and energizing, like anticipating my favorite dessert at.