“Oh fuck me harder Sir, this feels so good, oh Mr Moriarty,” she cried out. Jack gripped her hips and fucked her harder in the doggy position, hi... cock burying deeper and deeper inside of her. His balls slapped against her perfect arse as he continued to spank her and slap her arse cheeks, watching them wobble. “You like this baby? You like it when your old English teacher fucks you from behind, don’t you? You need my money, don’t you?” He lifted one leg up onto the desk and continued to. The pleasure heightens as I my hands move higher, higher and higher, taking your dress with it. I reach the top of your leg and you can keep still anymore. You grab at my shirt and try to pull me on top of you.I resist and push you back to the bed. But you don't, won't, can't stop as you rip at my shirt. I roll on top of you for balance. You pull the bottom of my shirt over my face, but then let it go. I feel heat envelope my head and the taste of cotton as you wrap your body round me. Your. " Her eyes widened almost imperceptibly. My cock throbbed to full mast, tenting my pants. I opened my legs wider and she didn't balk or run. There had been no threats nor hint of complaint, and my libido raced in front of my sense, firing my imagination. Fuck, I want her! "Yes, sir, I've tried," she stammered, her eyes glancing at the obvious mound below my belt. "I don't think I can do it alone, though," she finished in a near-whisper. Was she going to ask for further correction? I trembled. We met a bit before 10 at the Newtown Station and took the Western Line to Penrith. We had to change trains, but that wasn't a problem. Allison had been enchanted by Verdi's La Traviata on a raft in the harbour. Mark had certainly made a good choice. We'd not been, largely because I have an aversion to distracting noises at outdoor events. I gathered they were seeing one another regularly. When we debarked from the train, the museum was readily visible."I left a message for my dad that we were.