Maybe that was rose tinted glasses I was looking through, but I didnt care, I never wanted this day to end. As I moved closer to the bed, the little d...vil in me took over. I positioned myself between his slightly spread legs and proceeded to smother his soft cock with gentle kisses and soft licks. His breathing didnt change much, but his tool certainly decided to wake up with me and in a few short minutes, it was back to its full throbbing prime. I made sure he was nice and wet from my saliva. He would call, and I would eagerly arrive. It was fun, I was loving straining my mouth over that fat dick so often. He would choose a position and order me to get to work. Sometimes he would lay down, sometimes sit off the edge of the futon while I kneeled on the ground or he would stand.For about the first 15 blowjob meetings, Dan didn't say anything except for "get to work" and "I'm cumming". Then, one night he called me over after not having me blow him all day and told me to take a seat.He. But please have patience and we are sure that you people must be using your washrooms after you complete reading the story…so lets start with it….It all started when Mr.Dev joined our school as an English teacher. At that time we were in grade IX and he became our class teacher. About him…he was tall, extremely handsome,strongly build, fair, has a deep voice, calm eyes, and most importantly for girls…he was around 24 years old and unmarried….In short… a kind of man that every teen age girls. I am not sure why I did not follow after her to stop her. There was just so much running through my head at this point. How could someone want their whole life erased? She did not have any good memories? What had happened to this girl? The whole wobble back to my dorm I thought of what could have happened to her. Who she could have lost, or what she could have done to make her feel like that. So many questions. I was never a person that believed in God. Some would call me an Atheist, but I was.