’ The student adjusted her back pack and turned for the door. She looked at me awkwardly before heading out of the classroom. I couldn’t help myse...lf. ‘Mr. Willis, giving out our personal email to our students now, are we?’ I gave him a sweet glare to go with my sarcasm.‘Very funny, Miss Cook, but we now have a laptop program here at Franklin High implemented with its own email system. Nothing personal.’ He responded with the same sarcasm and quirky grin. ‘Are you serious? A laptop program?. While walking away, shehanded me a piece of paper with a number and an address on it."Meet me at my place tomorrow night. 6 PM. Make sure the rest of yourevening is free."I showed up at Jess's place a few minutes early. The entire ride over, Iwas having mixed feelings of nerves and excitement. She had left me withno ideas of what she had in store for the evening, but if it was as goodas last night, I just didn't care.I knocked on the door and she showed up with a purple corset and amatching. ”Oh, those words. The pressure rose quickly inside me. Not that bad anxious pressure, but that good, wonderful, build-up of intensity that kept rising. I writhed in pleasure under her touch, Stephanie had already taken me beyond any orgasm I had given myself but it kept rising. Each second I thought it couldn’t get any crazier, any better, but it kept going as my pussy throbbed—Her left hand continued to work my pussy and I lost track of where her other hand went, but then I found out.SPANK!Her. The events described here are imaginary, the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is one of a series of tales told by Martha the ghost. Each one is complete in itself and they can be read in any order. ************************************************* The laundry of my ancestors’ house is now my workshop. I’m a potter and good enough at my trade to make a reasonable living from it. The main attraction of the.