His fingers rubbing across my stomach, moving lower tracing across my hips and down my thighs. Caressing my calves and down to my ankle. His finge...rs flaming my skin as he moved back up, following the same path. His hands moving to my breasts, softly massaging them, pushing his fingers into the soft skin. Rubbing around my nipples - but always careful not to touch them. Despite the situation I was in I could feel myself getting turned on, as suddenly his mouth moved down and captured a. "Elizabeth Susan...come here." He ordered in a quiet and commanding tone that I have not heard him use before.Keep in mind that I have lived most of my adult life as an independent woman, and as I have said, I can be a bitch at times.I have never allowed myself to be ordered about...I will always speak my mind, but I was drawn to that part of him, that no nonsense, unyielding discipline that he imposed on himself. I walked over to him and put my head and his chest and I said, "Yes, Sir." He. . oh, no ... not at all! And will we sleep together ... you know ... sleep, not..." Not necessarily, but we have to give the impression that we are. This is a personal question, Maddy: but are you a virgin?" Oh! No! I've had regular boyfriends ... why do you ask?" It's about body language, Maddy: there is a difference! But to be honest, I was already sure that you weren't! What I'm going to do first is take you back to my place, to pick up some clothes and other things; and when we get there,. Did they love me for me, or just my cock? Did I love them or was it just animal instinct? I felt emotionally lost in a sea of love. I wanted to lash out, explode in angst, take it out on someone like I kind of had with Becky in the classroom, but I couldnt do that again. The next day I called and explained to Rachel that another of my students was looking for help, Lisa Cohen, one of Beckys classmates, with prepping for the SATs, but unlike Becky, she was actually interested in the test. Rachel.