I called her on the way to her house, “mom, I’m on my way… when I get there I’m going to bend you over and give you what you need”. She was...silent for a moment, then meekly asked when I would arrive. I knew that this time my desires would be accommodated, one way or the other! My cock was hard for the duration of the trip and as I walked up to her house it was throbbing hard along with my heart. She answered the door in a robe, and beneath that, pajama top and bottom. I stepped inside,. I had won. In the past, my winning had never been a reason for celebration. At best, it was simply a cessation of punishment, or some nun deciding to take no further notice of my recalcitrant behavior. When Mother Superior had been forced to take notice of one of these situations, and get involved herself, there had always been a time when I'd find myself standing in front of her desk, with her going into a big, long explanation, which she claimed was for my benefit, letting me know that, while. I beat the excuse of working dinners and lunches to death, as I stepped as close to the line as I dared. To my delight, Jean not only bought my excuses, she came up with a few of her own. We thought we were being so discrete, but it wasn't long before everyone we worked with knew that something was happening between us.In mid October Jeannie and I finally gave into reality as one of our faux work dinners turned passionate. She invited me to her apartment for a nightcap, and it didn't take long. Spitting and sputtering I came to the surface cradling the frightened child in my arms. By the time we surfaced, we had attracted a crowd who took the bawling little one from my grasp and held their hands out to assist me in my effort of getting out of the cold water.One of the women wrapped him up in a blanket as I sat down on the bank shaking. I couldn't keep my legs or arms from quivering, apparently I was in shock, as I heard one of the onlookers say. Someone draped something around my.