“I’ll get us a beer.”As she left the room, Simon shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Thoughts of Miss Duval sprang into his mind.A couple of week... earlier she’d taken her lesson sat on the desk in front of the class. As she was discussing the imminent college trip to Belgium, she’d crossed her legs causing her skirt to ride up and Simon had caught a glimpse of her knickers. The image in his mind was now making his cock hard as Mandy returned to the room with two bottles of beer in her hand.. And I love her.I pulled my dick out of her ass and wiped the sperm load up as best I could, smearing it on her tits and in her hair. For some reason I wanted to leave my mark on her, to brand her as my woman. I began sucking, slurping, nibbling on the back of her neck hard, until I was sure I would leave a nice hickey. Just a private little inside joke between us, nobody else would ever know. In fact chances were, she would not know either. (When was the last time you saw the back of YOUR. The d**gs, the abuse, the debasement, the humiliation and the degradation until she didn’t have enough self-worth to care any longer. She talked slowly, carefully, choosing her way through the tale. When she got to the point of meeting Mr. R, she took my hand and placed it onto her breast outside her thin night shirt. When she got the point where the story ended before, she stopped. I just looked at her and waited. I eased into her so our bodies were in contact and my hand was gently kneading. It was all too good to be true, but I didn't care. My mindquickly drifted off into an alternate reality. But all too soon, it wastime for me to get out of the tub and continue being prepared to meet theclient.A pair of servants helped me up out of the tub. I took a couple of stepstoward a group of servants holding the fluffiest white towels I had everseen. Stopping in front of the group, I was quickly surrounded andpatted dry. Two of the women exchanged the towels for fair sized puffpads.