They nodded to one another before the younger woman walked to the table, picked up her mobile phone and left the room.Rebecca Mulligan sat in silence ...or a few moments, thinking to herself about what she was about to do and about what implements she would use on Peter’s bottom. Although she had become relatively confident in administering corporal punishment to her students at school, Rebecca was unsure about how severe Joanne wanted her to be when dealing with Peter Mitchell. She took a deep. Sometimes we did it in the shower, even then, or in bed, depending on her flux, or we just didn't have intercourse. Erotic writers can be quite imaginative in bed. I didn't mind, she seemed to find it naughty and forbidden. That was what mattered: how we were free to be ourselves, to say and do whatever we wanted. I never held back a thought or a question, never lied to her, never gave her only half of an answer. There was only one time when this complete freedom led to an argument."Did you. Her lips found mine in a desperate kiss, “Ohh God, Michael, you don’t know how I missed you.”“Sally, Oh Sally,” I swallowed the surge of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me.We felt two more pairs of arms as Zoe and Mila joined us, and we morphed into a four-way hug. All of us had tears of joy streaming down our faces.I pulled back and asked, “What are you doing here. I thought it was going to be weeks before you could getaway.”Sally smiled at me, “I didn’t need to be in the UK for the next. Each partitioned area had a video screen. We went into the last cubicle. The top of the table was a little less than waist high. He turned around and sat on the table, pulling me over to him. As I stood in front of him, he put his arms around me and hugged me. He surprised me when he pulled me down and gave me a kiss on the lips. I never kissed another man in my life. He gave me a few more pecks before saying, “Let’s watch a little of the video.” It was another anal sex flick. I turned around.