>, You do surprise me. I get the feeling you like to be in control, in all things. Should I have said that? There was a hiatus while he obviously co...posed an answer. >, It’s a question of trust. If the right person were to come along then perhaps I would indulge them. Again I could have shot myself when, firmly ensnared in the game, I rapped out >, Is that an invitation? Another pause whilst he composed an answer and I gnashed at my fist. Most unladylike, my mother would have said in. And at this particular point and time, my body wanted my US History teacher. It was the one thing I couldn’t stop myself from wanting, even though I could never have it.In the beginning, I didn’t want him. I had never really looked twice at my teacher. I thought he was funny, smart, and a bit goofy, to be honest. But he was also married and had 3 kids, and I didn’t pay him too much attention. It wasn’t until halfway through the school year that I started to really focus my interests on him. It. "What?" Eat me." Are you sure, DeeDee?" EAT ME!" she screamed at him, grinding her pussy down onto his mouth. She also reached between her legs and pulled herself open, exposing the deep pink inside her to his eyes, before she settled on his mouth.All he could do was just what she wanted him to.Without any hesitation whatsoever, he stuck his tongue into her hole and began to lick her inner lips. He sucked her juices out of her and then licked her outter lips, returned to her inner passageways,. You are no traitor, Roberta! I have spent the last six months and more, a considerable part of it with my face stuck not entirely unwillingly up Bertha's large and exceedingly juicy cunt, proving it to my complete satisfaction. You were drugged, Roberta. Something was put into your evening meal. I know who supplied the potion and I know who put it into your drink that night. And you must go back to the Palace and unmask her! Then go and get your glorious death - if that's what you really want!.