She didnt answer right away but just stared out the window at the woods, grinning. She seemed to be lost in thought. Soon she turned to me and whisper...d back: (&hellip,yes!, let me go change.) I had noticed that she wore the same outfit whenever she went to the woods. A long full length old western style white dress. It had a top which she pulled down on her shoulders. Not hiking attire at all. I looked her over real good this time. She had taken her bra off and I could see no panty line at. Which meant: “Hey, can I see your notes right quick?”I was a generous person. So, I let her look while I checked her out. That day she was wearing a low-cut top, showing her cleavage generously. I peeked at her lower back. Her lace panties were playing peek-a-boo with my eyes. Meanwhile, my paper was back on my desk.“Thanks,” she said, with a smile. I think she knew I was looking. Did she have a voyeur side of her? That turned me on a bit.Sharmell and I would trade notes (and answers) a few. Confused, I turned back around but saw nothing amiss. Two weeks later It was 12 am and I had lain in bed for the better of three hours and could not sleep. I longed so much for his warm embrace, for his touch. You would think sleeping alone was something I was used to by now. I guess it had been three months since we made love for the last time. At any rate, I was longing for release and my body was on fire.I took off my red silk nightie and slipped off my black lace panties. I began moving my. You only get one. Is this a taste of what you want? I will train you to act properly around me, to follow instructions perfectly. You will be punished for not doing them correctly. But... the payoff... you just got a taste of." I stopped and looked at her, stared into her eyes. She was still breathing hard from her previous orgasm. She looked down, unsure."Do you submit to everything I am, everything I do, everything I say? For my pleasure and yours! Go think about it. Go sit on the edge of the.