We have tie downs, floggers, chain whips, bondage tape, nipple clamps/pumps, blindfolds, just to name a few things on the lighter side. We had let som... of the things we used to whisper to each other die down over the past couple of years but for some reason, I couldn't just forget it so I just kept it to myself and continued to perfect my fantasy under my own breath. So I moved some pieces to the chess game and this is how it happened... During my time in the Marines, I developed some lifelong. Saturdays were good too. But the weekend was better. A lot of times I ask myself if I should be doing this, and I keep telling myself to shut up. I know one of these days I'm going to get caught, and then I don't know what will happen. For now though, I just keep fucking my teacher. Lets go back tothe beginning first. So you can get to how my sex life officially started. It started awhile ago, maybe seven months ago, I start to actually think my teacher was cute. Hot even. His. The wedding was a great time with drinking and dancing. By the end of the night Vicky was hammered and it was time to get her home. I had a few drinks earlier in the evening but since I had to drive I wasn't drunk at all. We arrived at her place where nobody was home. Her family had gone to their beach house for the weekend. She asked me to stay and offered me a drink. A few drinks later and we ended up in bed. The sex was amazing! To this day she was still one of the best I ever had. After. As strange as it seemed to him, this woman was enjoying being treated this way. Convinced now that quite apart from doing harm, he and Betty were actually fulfilling a masochistic fantasy, Matt grabbed Shonda by the hair and pulled her to him. Her arms still bound behind her, her lovely mouth opened and took his throbbing erection. She obviously was quite practiced for, within moments, he was climaxing into her mouth and throat."Swallow it bitch!" he cried and Shonda obeyed, sucking every last.