Then he was shy, like a little boy, "Makuo, can we make love tonight? I'll understand if you do not want to."I finally broke down. He was feeling inad...quate from my indiscretion. I knew he loved me. For the first time it seemed to mean something and be something that I valued and wanted. I wanted him. Only him. I wanted to be close, to satisfy him. I wanted to be satisfied by him. Only him.We snuggled, kissed and touched but the foreplay was not what we needed tonight. When he pushed his cock. Steadying her buttocks with one hand, I carefully I offered the tip of my prick to her vaginal lips with the other and pushed gently. She opened for me and although I think there must have been a moment’s doubt as she stiffened slightly, it soon passed and she relaxed. I pushed in some more, revelling in the slippery warmth of her. She was like a furnace, like a hot velvet glove tightly grasping me in a welcoming grip. The sensation was fabulous, but her needs were urgent, and I could take. .. one of those with a sloping lid, a ceramic ink pot let into the top and an attached bench seat. Lying casually on top of the office desk were a leather soled slipper, a long crook handled school cane and my leather tawse which I'd left behind for future use after my last visit.I strolled back into the master bedroom and roughly grabbed her arm and hauled her off the bed and dragged her into the 'classroom'. I told her to stand in front of the desk and I went round and sat on the chair and. The orgasm was unending as the vibrator did not stop and her body quivered. He turned it off and she collapsed gasping. She breathed deep and fast just laying there as the reality of what had just happened finally hit her. “Oh god that was the greatest. That was the wildest orgasm I have ever had and so fast. I can still feel that thing and ohhhhh I can move it inside me by flexing my pussy.” She got a very sensual smile on her face as her pussy played with the egg. He handed the control.