4) Time Catching up With MeAbout a week had past and I was trying my best to be good. I even did my homework for a change when on Tuesday I got... a note in homeroom from Miss Davis. Please see me immediately after homeroom in my office. Miss DavisOh Shit, I am Dead. Well, maybe not it does say please. Maybe she wants to congratulate me on the better behavior. (Yea yea that?s it. Keep telling yourself that.) I did as the note commanded and. “You naughty girl.”I nodded. “That’s me… I’m a naughty girl.”“I never would have expected it.”“Yeah, well I don't broadcast at work, you know.” He asked who was the lucky guy and I told him it was a friend I met online.“You’re kidding.” “No, I’m not,” I said and told him that we’d chatted and then arranged to meet. Dr. C seemed to be shocked. “Did you know it was gonna happen?” “Well, we pretty much knew. Then he just asked and so I did it.” Now I could see that Dr. C was definitely shocked and. The excited babble quieted to a hush, on the bold woman so magnificently attired in black lace, standing in haughty dominance over them as they crouched naked on the leashes of the black women, her smug eyes pleased to see the dappled bruising, striping, and fresh cuts to their flesh, the evidence of womanly domination having been served well ... and the erections all three could not hide, confirming the serving of it had reduced them to craving the masochistic pleasure of utter defeat to. “Well this is it,” Stacey said as they arrived.Turning to face her the stranger spoke, “I had awonderful evening. I hope I will see you again.”“No promises, I told you I am married,”Wow I thought. She had told him she was married.Undaunted by her marital status the stranger continued,“at least a kiss then.”Everything slowed at that point. I couldn’t believe it;she was going to kiss him. Subconsciously I had begunrubbing myself. For a moment.