“Yes, Sir?” She smiled brightly.“Stay behind a moment will you…………. Please!” He ordered!Obediently Robyn returned to her seat and wa...ted for the classroom to empty.Mr Smith, the teacher, in his forties and dressed in a scruffy tweed jacket and grey trousers, with a stomach that hung over his belt, closed the door behind the last child and stood before Robyn’s desk looking down at her. Leaning back he perched his fat bottom on the desk in front of hers and leaned back on his hands before. When I told her I was close, she squatted in front of me. I closed my eyes and I squirted my load onto her breasts. My legs felt weak and I barely notice her get out of the shower. She was already half dry when her voice snapped me out of my euphoria. "Hey, don't be long. You have to get to work soon." By the time I cleaned myself and got out, she was almost ready. A quick peck on the cheek and she was off to get the kids up and ready for school. I stood there and watched her walk away, her. "Bellingham, Washington? Where the fuck is that, Gerald?" It's almost on the Canadian line..there's a friend of mine who teaches at the college there...here's what I'm thinking. Sylvia, but we should probably talk to your mother.. You move there, change your name, I can buy you a house, cash down, and you can use some of this money to , establish your Washington residency, enroll at the county junior college..you won't have to worry about finding a job for years.." Fuck no, Gerald, please. I've. Finally, it happened on a Monday morning.My husband had left for his office well before 8 AM having neglected for a week the needs he had brought me to expect from a man. I lay in the warm scented water of my bath, my fingers lightly soaping my young skin, smoothing soap over my tummy, my breasts and in my most intimate area, tingling to the feel of my own touch.I stopped. I must not do this. "Ohhh husband that you neglect me and leave me like this" I thought. Angry with myself for almost.