What’s your name?”“Corrie,” I replied. “If ever you want a good fucking again, Corrie, ringme.”He wrote his number...on a piece of paper and put it inmy bag, then he left. When I finally recovered my wits,I made myself decent and drove home. In the bath, Ivowed never to ring him. Two days later, I dug the scrap of paper out of thebin. Shaking, I dialled. A deep voice answered.“Paul, its Corrie.”“Come round about 12” he said, “and. We had named her toys depending on their size. Number 1 was the cherry breaker (we still both giggle when we call it that), number 2 is a firm, veiny 7” purple cock, which was had used a couple of times to both our satisfaction. Number 3 was something we had both looking forward to for a few months now.I had brought Cara number 3 half as a joke and half as something for her to use on each other. However, it was a little larger in real life that I had thought when ordering it online. 10”, fat. C saidHe turned his head to look for me but didn't see me,he sighed and opened the door so the student could come in.“You can sit and make up your work at your desk” He said as he handed the kid some papersMr.C sat at his desk, looking around to see where I could have gone. Out the window maybe? Then he felt my hand go up his leg and he looked down to see me,under his desk. He grinned and looked up at his student, he was quietly doing his work at his desk. I ran my hand along the shape of his. Eventually she managed to stammer, "Yes, I think so, but there was nobody else on the aeroplane; I had it to myself and at Heathrow I was called 'Highness' and ... and what is going on? Where are we?"The young man smiled, and said, "Nothing's going on. I inherited the 'plane along with the rest of my grandfather's things and it costs nearly as much to leave it sitting on the ground as when it is flying. This was my grandfather's palace." The rest of your inheritance?" she exploded, "You got a.