Finally, I darted one tongue around her right nipple, then caressed it with my entire tongue before engulfing as much of her breast as I could and sta...ting full-mouth sucking. This brought moans of appreciation from Deirdre, who ran her hands through my hair as I repeated this on her other breast, while all the while I ran one finger over the nipple I wasn't using. I kept this up for a good ten minutes.At the end of it, Deirdre took my head in both hands and gave me a long, deep kiss with. I'd been watching with increasing concern but no idea what I could do to help. Well, hell, I figured, almost anything would be better than just to stand by and do nothing. "Want to talk, sweetheart?" I asked tentatively."No," she snapped. "Or yes, maybe. Dammit, I don't know what I want." She was pacing up and down."Why is Tosca so different?" I asked. There'd been none of this pent-up edginess before the Traviata opening, just a sure confidence; I was the one who'd been wired then."I don't. " Don't thank me, Tom. I should be thanking you for taking on something that I've never had the guts to do." Well, regardless of who deserves thanks, I'll call you this evening to let you know what happened." Okay, I'll talk to later. Bye." Bye."Principal Johnson sat back after hanging up the phone and was feeling a little better now that he had a plan for dealing with Chrissy, but there were still the details of how. Should he have her bend over the desk or lay over his lap? Should he pull her. She got off her numb knees and followed the co-ed she had just offended. The words that came out of her mouth shocked her. "I am so sorry, Layla, I don't know what to say."Now half dressed, Layla dismissed the confused older woman, "Just leave. I will have one of my loyal obedient sluts take you home."Mrs. Jones stood dumbfounded while Layla made a call on her cell."Slut, get your ass over here now," Layla ordered and just as quickly put her phone down. She looked at the MILF she was playing.