With no time to spare he pulled back from his wife’s mouth and exploded across her willing waiting face. “Yes Master, yes,” she urged him on as...he came once again his cock pumping his white hot sperm but this time over his wife’s pretty face and not inside of her. He watched as Sally did her best to contain him as he seemed to keep cumming, over eight strong large spurts of cum streamed across her face, lips, hair and even over her exposed breasts. As James came Sally felt her own. I had already turned the sign hanging on the door to show, 'In conference', a kind of coded warning to others, he was busy with a student, and did not want to be disturbed.'Clasp your hands behind your head', he ordered, 'Feet shoulder width apart', he continued, breathing heavily as his hand was doing something unspeakable below the desk and behind the pile of books, just in front of him.'Give me a good reason why I should not cane you', he asked softly, I had no answer, the g****vine had. I had suspender belts and lacy briefs and G-strings long before there was any real possibility of anyone other than my mother seeing them. It wasn’t as if I was having saucy fantasies about sexy underwear. Well not many anyway. But I guess that at some level it probably boiled down to making me feel sexy or confident, and so I tend to take notice when the subject of underwear is ever touched upon. I already had it in my mind that Samantha was not really a lingerie girl. One of her friends had. In doing so she had given me this delightful view, almost to her crotch. As I looked up, she happened to glance up as well and in the split second that our eyes caught each other’s, I knew she had suddenly realised how much I could see. She turned away, speaking to her partner, but did not move her legs. I continued my conversation, glancing up furtively occasionally, but at no moment did she acknowledge me or look in my direction. Slowly though, she shifted, so that every so often my view.