I kept watching the rear-view mirror after dropping the girls off, but saw no sign of him. I was beginning to feel safe. It was exactly a week later a...d I pulled into the garage and immediately closed the garage door in case he was outside.I sighed with relief before I opened the door into the kitchen. He was sitting at the table drinking one of my husband's beers looking smug in his tight leather pants and vest. "I expected you fifteen minutes ago," he said."How did you get in?" My heart. She had basically been wet from the first time she had laid eyes on Emile, and after being turned on for so long, one flick of the tongue might send her right over the edge. Emile breathed hotly on her thighs and proceeded to tease Mayas surrounding areas before ever touching her pussy. He grabbed handfuls of her large breasts and quickly flicked his tongue up and down each nipple. As Emile went up to kiss her one last time, his dick, now nearly fully erect, gently skimmed across her pussy,. As I discovered later, Miss Blythe, my sports teacher, confirmed my assumption that her behaviour towards me was what I suspected, personal.This teacher proved a good friend to me as she had a quiet word with Miss James, telling her that the staff felt her obsession with punishing me was excessive and had not gone unnoticed. It certainly worked as she had only caned me twice in the last year, both times warranted, I might add. As my maths tutor, she had argued I had enough to concentrate on. And cheese enchiladas. All in all, with what everyone else had brought, there was way too much food. That was kind of the point, however, wasn’t it? Oh, and yes, there was beer, wine, and champagne. Like I said earlier, watching the red carpet was not the best part of the night. It was fun, however. We got to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over stars and starlets and chatter about movies and there was an Oscar bingo card passed around as well as friendly wagers on the night’s outcome; Everything from if.