I know what you're thinking: if Rupali is writing the foreword for one of Belinda's "Headmaster" stories then her secret mystery man is no longer a my...tery. It's true; I know his identity. I feel a bit late to the party because her readers knew so long ago but ... well I'm one of you now; no more secrets.The story that follows is – Belinda tells me – the second of three on my discovery of her secret. I read the first one: 'Twisting on the... ' – I can't say the rest, it feels like bad luck. I. I must have been an exciting sight for her, because her gaze concentrated on my cock, briefly flicking to my face, and then back down. Stripping off my shirt and dropping my pants, I edged closer to the window, offering her as good a view as she was giving me.It wasn't long before my balls began to ache and a heat formed in the head of my cock. I was reaching my point of no return, and I mouthed, Come for me.Sandy swallowed and nodded, and her eyes became slits as she rolled her hips. I could. ’ ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘there’s only one small nuance—they think we’re on our honeymoon, so you’ll have to play up a bit.’ My estimation of his genius plummeted. After the initial shock wore off, though, I decided it could be fun. ‘Ok, but no funny stuff…hubby,’ I teased him. We went in to the locker rooms and undressed, and I got a quick shower and soak in the mineral bath before my appointment. The massage was so good that I nearly fell asleep. When it was done, I felt better than I had in a long. Maybe I'm crazy. The fluid movements of her body, the natural wiggle of her hips, the curves, the beautiful texture of her skin, full firm breasts with erect nipples, fabulous bottom, thick black bush, perfect long legs--the thighs, the knees, the calves, the ankles, the feet, I could gaze at that body all day long and never tire of it, my eyes travelling slowly up and down drinking it in. Everyone has their own turn-ons, I know, and rightly so, but that is mine. She stood with her back to us ,.