One Sunday evening as I checked my laptop before going to bed I noticed she had sent me an email. That was strange. We usually communicate via text or...phone. Curious I opened it up and there was a short message: I would like to speak with you on Monday when you come over to house sit.There was also an attachment. Hmmm, my heart started to beat faster, but I downloaded the video and began to play it. And what I saw was myself at her house doing some naughty things.Needless to say I couldn’t. A deep pleasurable sigh escapes you as you penetrate my mouth passing the swollen ridge between my soft full lips, while you push deeper and watch the shaft disappear on the cushion of my tongue, wetting the entire length, filling my mouth and throat with your engorged dick leaving me almost no room to swallow. Love slipped through my lips, dripped down my chin and landed in your lap. I look up into your approving eyes grasping the thick base of your sizeable member, my fingers sinking. While there were times when I would be sent to the adult bookstore that I would not touch or suck another man, There was never a time when I was sent to the theater that I did not suck at lease one man, and most often more. It was there that I was first spanked by a man. My skirt pulled up, my panties pulled down, spanked as I leaned over the arm of the chair to suck the man next to me. Then kneeling in front of the man who spanked me to suck him, thanking him for the spanking. I left my skirt. She had to teach tomorrow, no problem, she was smart, just wear lose sweatpants and a big t-shirt and nobody will really be able to tell, she told her self. But when she got to the gym, she forgot they make sure the teachers are "qualified" (read: fit enough) to do a class and striping to her uniform under the sweats and getting on the scale would prove a death sentence. "I've got to think of something!" she thought. At last as the trainer was looking at her, as if waiting for her to explain.
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