My fears were confirmed when he picked up one of the last group of ?undesirable? toys: a clit clamp, and clamped it ROUGHLY on my clit. I BARELY manag...d to keep from yelping, but the tears stung my eyes! Within a few minutes, I was able to handle it, and found that it was NOT as bad as I had feared. ?Have you ever taken it up the ass before, slave?? he inquired. ?No, Master. I have not,? I reluctantly admitted. ?Good. I?ll be the first. I won?t lie and say that it won?t hurt, because it will. He was an infrequent visitor to her busy office, once maybe twice a month, she admitted that she would glance over the expanse of the open office with every new arrival hoping to make eye contact and thinking of an excuse to leave her desk and have a new “accidental” encounter with him. She doesn’t even know his name, but gave a painfully detailed description of him when I asked what he was like and why she thought he had that effect on her when so few had before, his broad strong shoulders,. I some time spied on them through the hole of door knob.Very often my Vagina got wet, because of the feelings of sex; my husband was not a climax person. He never made me cum and always get down fast and sleeps quickly, while I am the person of whole night adventure. I decided in my mind that I will get fucked by somebody the way I want. Now here my story starts. I was working in my Salon and my receptionist came and asked me that a guy wants to wax his back hair. I was not very busy that day. I imagined him touching me, caressing my body, kissing me, making love to me. I wanted him more than I ever wanted any man before. I forced the toy deeper inside me as my imagination ran wild. Faster and faster, I fucked my self. The harder and faster I went, the more I wanted him. I finally cried out with my orgasm, but I didn’t stop until I imagined him cumming deep inside me. It was final: I wanted to fuck my teacher. But I knew I couldn’t do it and it made me want him more.The routine.