The bell rings, and reality suddenly appears. I stay after class, after all any extra time just gives me more moments to think about later when i touc... myself at home.After my peers leave Ms.Davees stares at me in confusion, then asks "Charlie what are you waiting for, do you have a question or something" I sat still in shock that she noticed me, my mouth was dry but i finally replied "Ms.Davees can I stay a little late and get help with my homework" Of course she reassured me with a "YES! I. ’ Again I nodded, it was as though she had just read my notes. ‘Ok, I assume the same will be the night after then. But the final night says formal dinner?’ ‘Yes, its posh frock time at seven-thirty. I show you off and you keep me safe until ten-thirty. That’s when I develop a shocking headache and have to leave for the evening.’ Well, I thought she was funny. I had read my itinerary and her version made my page full of times and comments sound far less interesting. We swapped notes for a. I passionately kiss you and instantly notice the sweet taste of you. makes my cock feel like it is going to burst out of my jeans. i let it out without a care in the world and roughly shove your head towards it. you love being pulled about but its normally in private, not a public bar. you gather yourself and reacquaint yourself with my swollen bellend. its begging to be licked and you oblige, letting out a loud moan that the rugged man definitely hears.i pull your skirt up as my cock hits the. She looked to see whether the coast was clear, then scurried over to me and discreetly pushed her panties into my hand. I could feel that they were saturated with her warm juices."Slut," I giggled.She quickly sat down next to me. Her body was shaking. She crossed her legs tightly, gripped the hem of her dress and pulled down."Can we go now, Mistress?" she whispered."Let me finish my drink first," I replied.She quietly roared in frustration.I chuckled, enjoying squeezing the wet fabric between.