.. He left me. I was panting, and he left me horny and cranky.I ran up to Jon and poked him in the chest. "What room does he sleep in?"Jon calmly lowe...ed my offending finger, "Miss, I think it best I gave you the tour, then we may discuss the sleeping situation." But, but," I was at a loss for words."Now, now, Miss, it won't be that bad, I think you'll quite enjoy our little tour of the manor."He made a sweeping gesture, "After you Mademoiselle."I gave him the cold shoulder, and quickly walked. I insisted on uniforms. Boys would wear slacks, button shirts, and ties. Girls were required to wear pleated skirts and knee socks. Naturally corporal punishment was used in the school. The parents/members insisted on that. In order to protect ourselves legally, we required all parents to sign a consent form allowing any teacher or administrator to use CP.It wasn’t the school where I started to test the limits of my authority. Even before the school existed, I had started pushing the envelope. I was watching xhamster and got horny looking at gloryhole swallowing and facial videos. I was edgeing my self to climax several times but only let pre-cum ooze out to taste. I decide to post in personals on Craigslist and offer to host a homemade gloryhole in my apartment, no strings attached just cum and go. I get several emails in only a few minutes, a couple of them said they haven't cum from anything in nearly a month. I replied to them and gave them my address and told them to walk in. I can’t believe this is happening. Your fingers reach my vulva, and I feel one of them burrowing between the soft lips into my vagina, revolving round inside, finding my soft spongy walls and causing my secretions to dribble out over your hand. I bury my face in your shoulder, each breath coming as a short sharp gasp. My nose is pressed tightly into the hollow of your neck, and in my arousal I bite your shoulder through your t-shirt. You respond by curling your fingers upwards, pressing against.