That was a granted access to explore her body. So I began to touch her all over. The cleavage I was adoring from that distance, the gracefully shining... part of her bosom was finally within reach of the hand she kissed and allowed. I touched her cleavage gently and as we kissed again I began to gently massage her breasts. I was holding her curly sides with the other hand of mine and as soon as she granted access by placing my palm on her breast, I began moving my other hand to explore her sides. My teacher was only gone for a couple of minutes but I already got hard real quick again, as I kept dreaming of how I’m going to fuck my hot teacher on the bed she and her husband sleep in, I don’t know what exactly it was that made me want to murder my teacher’s husband and just fuck the shit out of her even more. I kept imagining how I would cum inside of her, filling her with my thick cum, impregnate her.Weird thoughts were going through my mind, how I’d like to just rip her cunt open by. I was so fucking horny that I could taste it. However, that wasn't anything new for me. I'm always horny. That was the reason my husband divorced me and that was the reason I couldn't hold onto a lover for more than a few weeks. It didn't matter how often I had sex because any erotic sight, sound, smell, taste, touch or though had me wet and ready for more fucking in a flash. My sex drive has always been insatiable or at least nearly insatiable. No one guy has ever been able to get it up often. They were wearing nothing but the punishment panties.Hayden had on a silver collar her mother had loaned her during an ad-hoc collaring ceremony online. I had watched it with tears in my eyes like I was watching the finale of the Bachelor on TV. My son read this corny speech they had clearly got off the Internet, and then Hayden read something similar about obeying him. It was like a little marriage ceremony. Betty had perfect comedic timing at the end when she said by the power invested by her.