The blindfold took away her sight, forcing her to reach out with her other senses to feel him in the room. She strained to hear over the gentle whoosh...of the fan, and her heart thumping in her ears with nervous anticipation. She held the pose because she knew he watched her even if she couldn’t find him. But God did she need him. How long had it been? That question bounced around in her racing mind. She couldn’t help recalling the callouses on his palm as his hand tickled along her skin moments. She tried levitating the book four more times, using the circle/zee. Nothing happened, of course.“I’m not only stupid,” she finally sighed. “I’m crazy, too.”The next afternoon, she headed to the detention room with a perky step. Bobby wasn’t the only one looking forward to detention.She examined that thought as she walked down the quiet hallways. Teachers weren’t supposed to look forward to alone-time with a student. Especially a student of the opposite gender. But this was different. Bobby. I had quickly agreed and had never tried piss play before I was a bit curious. We has spread a few blankets on the floor and she had me lay down naked and face up and she than sat down on my chest and we spent a lot of time me massaging her back and her my legs and feet until I felt the urge to piss. I had asked her to let me up and she declined telling me to just let it go right there. As I felt it start to flow out of me I felt her hand grab my dick and start to direct it so I was pissing on. He stopped for a few moments letting the momentum of her husband propelling into her make her head move back and forth slightly before he almost withdrew his cock back then drove it back in with one steady stroke which he continued to repeat until he felt his balls gently slap on her chin with every stroke. Glugging sounds emanated from her mouth as she struggled to keep her mouth open this wide. She had never felt anything this far down her throat and inevitably started to gag as he drew.