This happened every night each time a different thing in the dreams, wearing different bikinis in others bondage bikinis, each time she was alluring.I... one dream she wore a dominatrix style outfit that revealed her body while still covering her, when she noticed what clothing gave the best reaction she stuck to them.I never had any type of fetish that I liked but I like her feet they were beautiful and sexy they gave a stirring in my loins and when she walked on the balls of her feet that. My moans increased and within only a couple of minutes I was close to an orgasm.Suddenly, Latoya pulled the cock out of me and stepped off the bed. I moaned involuntarily, "Noooooooooo."She laughed, "You were close, weren't you?" Yes," I admitted, my hand going to my needy vagina."Stop!" she demanded.I froze."You don't get to come yet. Your Mistress, always, and I mean always, gets to orgasm first. Is that understood?" Yes," I replied, dejected and desperate."If you please me adequately, I may. Why don’t you quit the school newspaper? You don’t plan a journalism career and you don’t really fit in with the journalism crowd at the High School.”She was right about that. I found most of the High School reporters to be too full of themselves and too unwilling to have fun. I knew the Reflector didn’t have silly headlines like the JR Journal did. They took themselves far too seriously to do that.“Well,” she continued with a slight laugh, “unless you want to combine sex and chess somehow,. Grading papers became an exercise in futility. Not only that, but I was feeling the need to pee soon and wondered what she would say if I asked permission to use the bathroom… I decided to hold it for as long as I could, doing my best to slowly work my way through the pile of exams without fidgeting. I was startled by the soft knock on the door, my head jerking up, watching with a certain fascination as Mr. Vandermeer entered. Thankfully, the sound of the vibrator inside my cunt was too soft.