She was a good boss - firm but kind. At work on Monday and Tuesday, I was focused and cranked off three reports, caught up on all my reading, and plan...ed out two big projects. I stopped ogling some of the patrons who came into our business. My boss made a comment that she liked my work ethic. Even at home, I felt more productive, finishing a couple of small projects and doing a bunch of cleaning. I spent no time online, much less looking at any porn. I was more attentive to Kate’s needs and. I tried to look downwards - my neck didn't want to move fully, but Icould see long nylon-clad legs and a short black skirt.Despite my confusion, I could feel myself getting excited.I was still woozy, and very, very thirsty. Maybe I said something, but avoice - in my head? in my ear? - said "Do you need a drink?" I nodded,sound seemingly unable to escape my cracked lips. "You'll need to suckthis - it's like a big straw."I gratefully put my mouth around the container offered, and sucked.Nothing. The next day was rough getting through Mrs. Blacks class paying attention. I kept picturing her in her swimsuit and her big tits. During lunch I went to the restroom and locked myself in a stall and jacked off. After school I went to her house to see what she wanted me to do next. She was pulling in the driveway as I was coming up the walk. She said to come in and have a seat. She went back to her room for a few minutes and came back in her swimsuit and robe. We went out back and she said she. “Not that fast!”I felt frustrated, but after a few seconds of feeling that void she started again. Softly first, but it only took her a few strokes before I felt it rise up in me, and she stopped immediately.I bucked my hips, tried to reach her hand, but she just chuckled.“Nope!” It was a dark and warm and sympathetic but also mean chuckle all at the same time.She did it again, and withdrew it again, and the more frustrated I became, the more she seemed to enjoy it.I started to beg:“Please,.