I looked up then, giving him a winning smile, the tip of my pencil in my mouth as my hand crept slowly to my pussy. He didn’t look away but smiled b...ck, a little uncertainly and I knew then that I was going to get my way.I slowly rubbed my finger across my clit, which was aching for attention, and then pushed apart the swollen lips of my sex, showing off my pussy for all it was worth. Mr Blake shifted a little, his hand brushed past his crotch and he moved behind his desk a little to hide his. I’m cumming!” She called, her voice finally louder sounding as though she was on the thin line between pleasure and pain. She let go of the vibrator and it fell to the floor. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do next but she fell forward onto the bed, crawling up it towards me. My cock swelled as I imagined her straddling me, and riding it, making me cum inside her again. But she kept moving, up, over my body until she was at my face. Placing her hands on the wall behind my head she lowered. ” I sat up at the news. “This is that new?” I asked in surprise as I took another look at the scar. “Yeah. If that’s how you define ‘new.’” His tone stopped me again. He was speaking robotically, and I would recognize that way of speaking anywhere. It was the tone of someone who was speaking of a recently past hurt – one that had yet to heal. I didn’t know what to say, though. I knew enough of hurt to know that at this stage, nothing anybody could say would make the pain any easier to bear.. The only reminder that this had once been hispersonal retreat was a glazed ceramic figurine of a nude woman, a forearmand a hand strategically placed to provide her with a minimum of modesty.In the past it had been a declaration of his male entitlement. Now itwas a reminder of how much he had lost.His wife summoned him again and he was surprised to hear her once moreusing his male name. That was a rarity when the two of them were homealone. As he hurried to leave the bedroom, he stopped for.