Some in pain and some in anger and some just in frustration. There he was.Dead.Granddad knocked softly on the door but when no one answered, he steppe... into the room.“Are you okay?” he whispered.We were all clutched together, collapsed on the floor in front of my easel, crying. I don’t think we’d cried so much at Lonnie’s funeral the day before. We just hung onto each other and cried. Granddad looked over at the painting and tears sprang from his eyes as well. I held out an arm and he joined. ” My hand moved down to rest on his torso. My heart started pumping faster and I felt my pulse in ever part of my body as I continued, “If I do something to make you feel really good, will you promise to keep it between us?” and my fingers softly trailed down his chest and I set them innocently upon his upper thigh. I crouched down and kneeled in front of the desk. Paul caught my meaning and noticeably flushed, “I wouldn’t ever tell anyone…but..I’ve never done anything like…anything with a. (but sometimes, I make a horrible student as well, but I am quickly and swiftly corrected)So, I called the older gent and said I reconsidered his request and that I would oblige him and that he should continue his stay at the hotel. Driving there I was thinking only of pleasing my dear master of sorts and wondering if I could actually do it. I wished terribly that he could watch me perform his assignment. I arrived at the hotel knowing only my submissive self, but in the elevator, something. I stopped as I felt her strike the edge of the table and reached for her skirt, pulling it up around her waist before I tipped her back onto the table. I slid her panties down her legs and lifted her legs over my shoulders as I knelt and pressed my face between her thighs and into the dark thatch of hair, relishing the musky fragrance of her crotch and the sweet ripeness of her juices. She was already excited, and began to squirm her hips as I licked her out. I needed no further encouragement.