And there were so many parties that even Frieda told me aboutone, and she hated my guts.But what I really wanted to do was play. Tam made me earn my f...n,though. She really put me through my paces. Here's the thing: I wasthe boss of Silly Monkey and my friends, but Tamara was the boss of me.It's not as if she told me what to do. It's just I could just let goaround Tamara, and be her kitten because she put me in touch with myheart and my body. The heart part meant whenever I was with her, I. "Let's see how much of a mouthful you can handle."I puzzled at her turn of phrase, but she pulled away and lifted up her sweatshirt, exposing the athletic bra that matched her yoga pants. Her ample tits, constrained inside the lycra material that held them flattened them out and made them appear smaller than I remembered them; but they still bulged upward creating an inviting and impressive cleavage."Oh my God, you have such amazing tits," I said. She gripped the bottom edge of the bra and. She purred, “No man has ever made me feel like you do, Saud!” She laid a lip lock on me like none I had experienced in years. Our tongues danced the tango, then a waltz, then a classic fandango. She was Ginger Rogers to my Fred Astaire! Yes, psychopaths and sexual predators like me watch the old movies too. I had a thought there should be a law against snuffing beautiful little cunts like Maria for a moment of insane sexual pleasure. Oh, wait, the laws are on the books, I thought, but evil,. Chris, her six-year-old, lit up whenever Grandma’s car pulled into the driveway.I’m getting ahead of the story, though, so I’ll back up a bit.I knew she had a child before I asked her out. She taught Spanish, just down the hall from my classroom and we saw each other in the teacher’s lounge and other places. She had an elfin face with almost startlingly blue eyes in a round face framed by coal black hair. She was also barely over five feet tall, so she was as different from Hannah as a girl.