It was her trademark style, one that she defined and only she was ever able to pull off so elegantly that nobody doubted if she was the proud owner of... her style, perfection in person, character and an attitude that differentiated her. She stood out, she was unique and the only one who earned that respectful adoration ever taught in our school. She never ceased to exist, she was always there on everybody’s mind in the school, it was as if, she existed in waves and disturbances that rippled over. ’ He continues, as he moves two fingers to the knob between my folds. ‘Yes,’ was all I could say when he gently circles his oiled fingers on that place I had visited so many times with my own hands. As one hand expertly tantalises my knob, his other hand enters me once more, but with two fingers. In a matter of seconds, he finds that hot spot inside that begs his touch and he works on my two pleasure centres at the same time. I grind my pelvis against him, wanting to optimise this ecstasy. I. You will stay in that position for ten minutes, and then we will move on to something else. Keep your head lower, eyes facing the ground. I do NOT want you watching anything that I do here," he demanded.With mounting apprehension, I did as he asked. I could hear him moving around the office, opening and closing drawers. He also opened what seemed like doors. I only hoped that it wasn't the office door that led outside. I wondered how much he knew of BDSM, and if my punishment would involve it,. Their faces aimed at each other. Their mouths exhaled steamy air.Their eyes locked. They both gave a final huff and switched to coolingslower panting. They paused for a breathy recovery in the small darkvoid between their faces and Roberto?s arms framing their heads. Hislong blonde hair dangled down to the sides, further curtaining off theworld. Their opposing breasts, that almost touched, became the floorof their tiny steamy shelter.An awkward post sex moment rapidly approached, ending.