Each cubbyhole featured a low, padded bench at the bottom with a clotheshook and a small locker at shoulder height for storing valuables.Colorful bann...rs commemorating past victories adorned the walls above.I found my locker and spun the dial back, forth, and back again, poppingit open with a trembling hand. I worked quickly, placing my phone andwallet in the locker, then removing my shoes and socks and stashing themon top of the bench. I'd fallen into a sort of routine after a couple ofweeks. My only child is grown up and married with a son of his own in Rome. My husband was killed in the accident that cost me my voice. Since I retired, I have been craving companionship more than anything, and I hope we can find that together.”“In that case, I would love to have you as my kitten,” I told Felicia. “Of course, I have no idea what that actually means. Is there some kitten rulebook I need to check out?”Felicia smiled and ripped a page out of her notebook before putting it back in her. "Why don't you come in and have look at my wall of fame?"I hesitated for a second then nodded, my pub lunch could wait."If I can I take a picture of each work," he explained waving at the wall covered with hundreds of Polaroid pictures."This one is great," I said tapping a picture of a mermaid, her breasts bare and her long hair flowing."Yeah, but look at this one," he pointed.It was a picture of nice naked breast with a small tattoo of a horse just above the nipple."You'll be surprised where. The whole classroom seemed to be holding its breath.She drew back, sucking gently, then slid forward again, deeper, and it was all I could do to keep from passing out with pleasure.Out, in, she moved a little faster, took me a little deeper with each stroke. I felt my cock head strike the back of her throat, felt her throat work, and take me deeper.Holy shit! She was deep throating me. I watched as she buried her nose in my pubic hair.One more stroke and I was over the edge. She must have felt.