I guess she was happily married but I couldn’t stop thinking about her tight trousers and the formal shirt that held those perky tits so sexily. And...of course, that long hair. I wished I could have her there and then by holding her hair and fuck that round ass. I controlled myself and kept our conversation professional and friendly at times to stay at minimum risk and yet hoping for a chance ;)Everything was going fine until last Friday evening when we had a team-outing at a famous lounge. All. “I appreciate your feelings about this Natalie, but I don’t understand it. And all this nonsense about priests having sex with nuns is such blatant hypocrisy. But I want to have sex so BADLY even though it scares me. It has me on pins and needles. I do not have any respect for Father Rex and prefer he is not the one who introduces me to sex. How can YOU do it?”“That’s an easy one,” Natalie said with a grin. “I love sex more than I care about respecting a man, it’s simply a function of keeping. ‘Listen up! We have gone through all the usual recreational dances that is somewhat common today in this country. You should at least know how to teach the basics in all of them but since you all know at least that much there is no point in continuing the practice within this group. Therefore you will have to go elsewhere, and your assignment for the coming month is to visit dances, on or off campus, and teach people what you know! You all get 25 forms to fill out, one for every person you. ?Eleven o’clock came and went with no sign of my daughter. Her inability to be punctual cost me another three hours of that living hell, the vibrator never ceasing the job its owner had set it to. I cursed my daughter’s inability to be punctual; for the first time in my life, I felt hatred for her. Finally, at nearly 2PM, a full twenty-six hours after my ordeal started, I heard the front door open. ?Hi, Mom? I’m home.? ?Mrrrffff!? I moaned. ?Hello? Is anyone.