I don’t think I was really surprised. The rational half of my brain had been telling me this since I first saw the initial text, and Mr. Rogers, a p...easant, softly spoken man in his middle forties whose mild and unremarkable demeanour completely belied the somewhat sinister nature of his profession, confirmed it. Marcus was seeing not one, but two of his female employees on a regular basis. He had the pictures to prove it, provided names and addresses, even the fact that one (the Josie of the. 'Master' asked me then he wouldn't mind being a client of mine and I said I would think about it but right now no.Besides I told him I was just into normal sex. 'Master replied he knew that but would love to be the first to 'turn me out'.I laughed and told him I had been turned out and have been with a lot of men. 'Master' said i had not been trained to 'worship' a mans cock. I said yes I worshipped cock? All the time Lol. 'Master' replied that I had never been TRAINED though. I said whatever. I wanted to be in a relation but I couldn’t help it. The aftermath almost enveloped me a lot in it. My section of class 12th was the best, all rich spoiled brat’s commerce stream, full on enjoyment and lot of trouble to teachers. Not even a single teacher wanted to teach us, they just come speak up about 30 min, complete the course regardless of even if someone hearing them.One day me n my group got so furious and made lot of noise and made a teacher cry. The dean came to our class; there he. Listening to their moans had me getting wetter by the moment. I have to hold out. I think to myself. Pretty soon the blondes are getting louder and louder. I can't resist it anymore. My left hand wanders to my breast, gently massaging it. I sit up, take my light cotton tee off. Running my hands over my body, I unclip my black lacy bra and my breasts fall free. My hands go to my nipples. Squeezing them ever so gently. Soon they stand erect and tall. I slip my thumbs in the sides of my thong and.