“Mmmm. Well, then I'd better get on my knees and service you like a good girl”“Mmmm, exactly what kind of service would you be providing me, hmm...” he asked, winking.“Well, first I have to ask your permission to suck your cock.”“Hmm..well, to get my permission, you'd have to take off my belt and slip it between your tits, and unzip my pants with your teeth!”“ hmm, challenging but I could definitely do it” “Well, if you managed to do that, I'd allow you to suck me off like a good little slut”So i. I knew there was no going back as the door closed."Well, this is nice isn't it!" Dave exclaimed, turning the light on and dropping his bag down. I did the same with mine and stood looking around at the standard, you-can-find-it-anywhere room: a queen-sized bed facing a long counter with a TV, a mirror beside it, two bedside tables, a cheap armchair and couch, and a clean, plain bathroom. I had stayed in rooms exactly the same on countless holidays with my family. This was the room in which I. Some stay five minutes whilst some stay for what seems like five hours. On this particular occasion, the parents left very happy and it was nice to hear positive things about what they and their children thought of me. Most of us in teaching want to be loved so when you hear that you are appreciated it makes you want to work and do beyond your best for their children. It was 6:00pm, it was pitch black outside and all of my colleagues had gone. I was probably the last one apart from the head. If anyone else would have done this I would have felt violated, but not him. I would have gladly opened myself up to him if he would have asked. Or if I would have given him the proper chance. “I don’t understand,” he whispered. “What?” “Why, I want to be bonded to you.” One hand left my hair and gently moved down my face, lovingly, almost. “I hate you so fucking much, but I want you so bad.” I opened my mouth to ask why he hated me but closed it. Yet again it was obvious. After all he was.