Instantly Lady Hilda withdrew the dildo from the girl, dropping the pole on the floor with a loud clanging. “Boy!” she bellowed sternly. “Did I ...ay you could ejaculate?”“No, ma’am,” the boy replied. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” He didn’t sound too sorry.“Don’t worry,” Lady Hilda said. “It’s the slut’s fault. How dare you bring your boyfriend to the boil like that, slut? You’re a very wicked girl!”“I’m sorry, Lady Hilda, ma’am!” the girl gasped, looking such a pretty sight with her boyfriend’s cum. It carried over to my senior year in High School, when a very handsome guy, mistook my shyness for homosexuality. He assumed my shyness indicated that I was gay. While in reality, I had no sexual preference. Being shy, I had not developed relationships with either girls or boys. But the handsome guy decided, in his mind I was gay and proceeded to strike up a conversation with me every time the opportunity presented itself. I had to admit that for the first time, I was enjoying talking openly. A few minutes later Chris walked in. I noticed Amy's eyes settle on him as soon as he entered the large hall. She must have some kind of dick-seeking radar, I thought. Chris got his food and started looking around for a place to sit. I stood up and called him over to my table."I owe you a seat anyway," I said. He just smiled shyly back at me and started to sit across from me. "Sit over here, next to me," I said.He just stood there and didn't move."I know you're married, but don't worry, so am. "Let me introduce you to the mysteries of this thing called 'a bed'." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "But first a shower for both of us."She led me upstairs to her bedroom. The room was dominated by a huge bed, with a wooden frame and headboard. The headboard had little cubby holes which were filled with books and pictures, and a remote for the TV that was in the room.Janet started taking off her t-shirt and shorts; I followed her lead, pulling out my condoms, and putting.