I will monopolize your entire weekend starting with dinner Friday night through Sunday night.”“Oh, whatever could we find to do in all that time.�...� Her voice had a lilting, teasing quality to it.“I intend to show you some more of my etchings.” I chuckled and heard her low laugh. “Seriously, I will take you to dinner and find something that’s not too obscene to do after that. I hope you will find it in your heart to spend all day Saturday doing something with me. If nothing else, we can go look. Now spread those legs. Okay, Sorenson, you're up."Daddy throws a container of Crisco to my former teacher, who promptly disrobes, greases up his already rock-hard cock, and mounts my ass from behind. He rams it in unceremoniously, letting out a grunt.His dick isn't very big, so it's a pleasant anal experience as my former teacher slams my butthole. He cries out with every stroke; I can only imagine how tight my ass feels on his neglected cock. It doesn't take him long to shoot his load up my. Cash should feel mortified, but she didn't. Just a little embarrassment. Yes, he caught her burning off stress in a rare moment of indulgence. Should I care? The chance of their paths crossing was slim in such a busy city. I'll never see him again. Do I even want to? She didn't know."My ride's almost here." He turned towards her. A brief flicker of indecision crossed his face. "Despite the circumstances, I've had a really great time." He looked a little sad. Lost. "Yes, it's something to talk. " Would you model it for me?"She must have wondered. We'd made love Friday night, which should have set her clock running for something three, four weeks from now. For some reason Friday hadn't been enough. I was dying for more, had to have more. My own hand would never keep me sane for three weeks. I needed her, had to have her today.Yesterday, Saturday, I'd been giving her hints. Even with the kids in the next room I'd grab her, fondle her, playfully be a PITA. Hinting at what I needed.This.