She did send me to David several times. He told me that he was supposed to spank me over my panties, but I took them off and said, 'If you don't tell...Mom, I won't.' He didn't." Whenever David spanked me, I screamed and yelled like it was really hurting me. It did somewhat, but I at the same time I would get my warm and squishy feeling. It wasn't as good as when Mom spanked me in front of my friends, but it was good enough for me to keep doing something really wrong every month or so just to. And on and on.I was in love. This was every educational experience I had ever wanted. Iguest lectured in English class from time to time. I counseled students.And I lived.It was as if my entire life had been preparing me for this. I rented asmall apartment near the school. I shopped for flowers. I found a hairsalon.Oh, the kids knew about me. Of course they did. Someone had found thenewspaper article with the photo, which impressed the kids. I had neverbeen around anyone who was impressed. I needed no invitation. I snuggled up to her, letting her rest her head on my shoulders. We continued watching the movie, and after awhile, she had slid down my shoulder and now had her head in my lap. My panties were lightly damp and I was afraid she'd either smell or feel them. I stroked her head with my hand looking at her long brown hair. She turned her head and looked up at me. "I love you." I looked at her, a bit puzzled. "Ditto." I said, and smiled at her. She sat up, stretched and. Three long years, dividing your time between studying engineering and partying at Cambridge University left you no closer in achieving the loss of your cherry.Not from lack of wanting or trying mind you, it's not that your unattractive quite the opposite in fact, average height, athletic build, dazzling smile and outgoing personality made you the fantasy of many English girls across the pond.It's true you did enjoy a fair few heated make out sessions in your dorm room. However that's as far as.