Sex with any man who looked at me kind. Student, teacher, taxi driver, that police man at the roundabout, the gate guard. Hell, even women were lookin...g pretty good that day. And I’m straight. A least mostly straight. A friend of mine said it best, ‘Honey, I’m bi for the right person.’ oh so true. There was a time or two through my lessons where I caught myself crossing my legs, tilting my hips so that thick seam in my jeans pressed against my clit. The smartballs massaging my pussy. Making my. “It’s alright, you are about to have an orgasm. Just let it happen. It won’t hurt.”Then I felt it. His cock started to throb angrily in my hand. I could feel the cum rising up that ridge at the back of his penis (I love that feeling) and then it was shooting high in the air landing on my face and t-shirt. Matt was groaning loudly with each jet of cum that exploded from him. While all this was happening, my own orgasm hit me. I tried hard to stifle any moans.When things subsided, I let his penis. „Let me come in and get the bags out of the door“ he manages to mumble in between kisses. She picks one up: „I’ll handle the groceries, thanks. Take your coat off and meet me in the kitchen“ She winks, grabs the bag with the food, turns around, careful to move her butt just the right way. As a dancer she has her body fully under control and she knows how to move extra sexy. She can feel him stare, looks over her shoulder before turning into the kitchen. And she’s right, there he is, smiling. Caesar liked her like this, unknowning of his visual enjoyment. It sparked a voyeuristic mood in him. At his commands, his Slave would masturbate and give him a wonderful sight to behold. Yet when she did not know that he was watching it seemed nasty, and created a new enjoyment inside him. Again a kiss, longer, lingering upon the hard muscle long enough to get a taste of her. He sat back and licked his lips, his eyes never coming off her bottom, while tasting her sweat, dried sexual juices,.