You don't realize how much you miss the little conversations, and the shared experiences, until they are gone. I missed having Anne to gripe to after ... hard day at the office, and our annual good-natured arguments on where we would go on vacation. I even missed hearing the little snips of gossip she would pass on about the women at the country club. But most of all, I missed having her to cuddle into, as I fell asleep.One thing that I found very strange was that sex was the thing that I missed. Was it the wrong thing to do? If she knew, or if she found out, was I sending her a message that I didn't trust her? I wrestled with that for a very short period of time. No ... the element of danger made me sure of what I wanted to do."Hey, Cory, how are you. It's Will Travers." Hi, Will. Long time since we've talked. What's up?" I wonder if you can help me. I'm trying to find out who owns a particular aircraft. I have the registration number." Sure, no problem. Let me have it."I read it off. But no, you chose chastity, you chose to be a cumsafe.




WHY




! Don't fucking spill that cum. If you do I will make you pay like you've never paid before.









 **Slave:** 



Ma'am you are the boss ma'am. 




You have always been




 Ma'am. I've never had to cum so bad









 



**Mistress:** Two more demerits. Keep Stroking.









 **Slave:** 



No please









 



**Mistress:**: Another Demerit. Still no why, why this does it for you, why do you need it so bad.. "Oh, Willy," she sighed in her head, "how I wish you would suck my nipples..."She had never really thought that shy, tweedy Mr. Williams would seriously entertain shagging this virginal (but filthy-minded) daughter of the Methodist church, but she dreamed about it often."I want your willy, Willy," she would whisper under her breath as the others left the classroom at the end of lessons. She always lingered, often leaving a wet patch on the hot chair. She wondered, every time she did this, if.