"Never. Not now. Not ever. Cal, I'm your teacher and I'm married and this kind of thing could cost me my job and my reputation. Do you understand how ...angerous this would be for me? What it could do to me?"I'm not sure where this came from but I said in a quiet, caring voice as her eyes met mine. "I do. I honestly do. And I addressed each of those concerns in my paper. Or at least I tried. But what just jumped out at me was what you didn't say. You told me how dangerous this could be and what. “Yeah! Do it!” That hot fucker coaxed, to have me open it a bit more and move in for a closer look at that hair shadowed manhole. I huffed a hot breath across it to have him grunt and ask for another. My nasal inhale in preparation to do so captured the clean smell of his hole and I could not help but follow my not often satisfied guilty pleasure and let my saliva saturated tongue pass over it. “Aaah! Fuck yeah man! Take my hole! You fucking eat it all!” He told me while he used those big. Then a quick smooch and move my way down your hips. Bend down on my knees saying “Let me be your servant”. With your approving nod I close my eyes and let the sweet smell of your pussy guide me to the promise land. Once there I take the scent in like fresh breeze in spring. Gnawing from the outsides of your panties until I can taste your juices seeping through unto my lips.Suddenly the stall door opens; in my response I lay on my knees and use my left hand to move your panties aside. The door. Weird.The fourteen-year-old boy's mother went to work in a bank that was a front for laundering billions in drug money, and was marked for murder when she accidentally came across misfiled account documents. After her murder, the mafia paid off members of the FBI to kill me. The attempt failed, necessitating a long stay in witness protection for me, my attorney, my physician, and my attorney's father and mother.My attorney and physician entered with me into a most excellent three-way affair,.