In fact, while I don't usually approve of dishonesty, you could ring in sick; say 'something's got into me and I don't think I'll be much good to you ...oday'"She snorted with amusement. "I don't think so!" But she took the cup when I handed it to her, and a few minutes later she came downstairs and accepted the toast I'd made.Even though I'd lived on my own for several years, the house seemed terribly empty without her. To occupy the time, I fired up my computer to catch up on my emails. I was. So I had to make an excuse. I sent her a card and a present. But to be honest I could not stand the thought of seeing her with another man.I don't really know why I had applied for the job at Hazlehurst Grammar, perhaps it was because I had a feeling of nostalgia, and wanted to go back to see the old school again. But seeing the advert in the Times Educational Supplement I had on the spur of the moment applied for the post. But anyway, I had applied for the job and today was the day of the. Something was on each side of it, trapping me. My eyes popped open to see a hairless pussy close up. As my eyes focused, they traveled up the smooth, tight muscles of a female stomach past large, firm breasts with erect nipples to rest on a devilish grin below bright blue eyes.“Good morning, sweetheart. Are you ready to get up?” Andy said impishly. She wiggled backward, dragging her pussy from my mouth down my body, tantalizing me all the way until it rested on my soft cock, where it gently. Stepping on his face she said, ‘Tell me what I am.’ ‘You are my dominatrice, my nemesis come to destroy me.’ ‘Pull out your tiny penis.’ He did so but it wasn’t tiny by anyone’s judgment. The president of France was packing a respectable piece. ‘You’re such a fucking pervert. Look at you with a little boy’s cock. Try to make yourself come you filthy pig. Rub yourself like you did as a boy, guilty at your sin, cowering and silent so you mama didn’t find you out and whip you.’ ‘Mama,’ he moaned.