I felt more butterflies. Dating was obviously a euphemism for fucking and sucking. Sure, I had experimented a little in college, but who doesn't? Stil..., this was very different again. It had become clear that they were a package deal. I wanted her, but could I really bring myself to do it? I hadn't thought of being with another man in years - many years. I was a little disturbed at first. I think she could tell. She went on to explain that she and her husband liked to share men, and they both. “You could be expelled from the school for this, you know that Sophie, don’t you?”“Yes sir, sorry sir.”“What am I to do with you? It will have to be a very severe punishment.”“Detentions, sir. I hate those.”“Sophie this thing is far beyond detentions. I think I will have to whip your bottom and then cane you. I never want you to ever think of doing anything like this again.”“But lots of girls do it to earn extra money.”“I doubt that Sophie, perhaps you could show them your bottom when we are. Maybe these teachers need refresher courses in basic arithmetic?Lucinda did finally make two close female friends. They would talk and gossip and giggle over lunch. Mostly talk about the guys they were fucking, or wanted to fuck. They each wanted to hide under the desk of the hot Literature Professor Mister Jackson before class began, and then spend the whole day in class sucking on his cock from down there. The three of them had even made a pact to alternate, one of them sucking him under his. .. ?”“Yes, remember it well. Go on,”“Any decisions yet?”“Oh yes, I’ll do it, small fee, just for you madam. Just joking.”“Excellent Derek. Come up to the house, have a coffee and we can talk details. Tomorrow at nine?”After agreeing and consolidating the whereabouts of ‘the house’ which I knew plus the coded tradesmen’s entrance she rang off a little abruptly. I didn’t need payment knowing I would be entertained royally, if you get my drift and two hours out of my day, one a month? ... well!She.