.. And I don't care, bitch... Just take it!... You're here to please me!... You dirty little fuck-toy!"Tom grabbed my neck as he pushed in. With a sli...ght plop, he was past the tender spot. I let out a big sigh of relief, and Tom stuffed all of his 10 inches into my ass in one very slow, but relentless thrust forward. Where he let it rest for quite some time. Tom was 10-inches long, but thankfully not to thick. Staring me down."Shit, Tom... You're so big!... I can feel you so deep in me!... I. All during this time Bill was still coming to the cafe and leaving me good tips and all, and we were seeing each other those two nights a week. Maybe people were talking about it, I don't know. Probably somebody saw me coming and going there, to his house, and probably somebody had something to say about it.But I never heard nothing right out, about it, and old Bill was happier than I ever remembered him being, and, Hell, I was pretty happy my own self, as far as that goes.Things started goin'. As she lifted up her skirt she pulled down her tights, "Well" she said, as I moved in towards her she put her hands on my cock rubbing me. I ran my fingers up the crutch of her knickers and she said "You ready", 'romance is dead here' I thought.As I unbuttoned my jeans she grabbed hold of me and pulled my undies down, she mover over to a flat piece of concrete and half sat/half laid on it, as I approached her she pulled her knickers down and I ran my finger up her crack, to my suprise she was. The school was owned by fifty-nine-year-old Hillary Jacobsen, who in total employed over thirty staff either at the school itself or in the large house in which she lived within the vast estate. She was married, although really in name only, to Reginald Jacobsen but he was some fifteen years older than his wife.Hillary was, on occasions, a not particularly nice person but she paid quite well so that was enough to keep most of the staff reasonably happy. She was an exceptionally attractive woman.