She decided on sky blue for the dress, sheer red bra and panties, dark blue shoes and stockings. She bought Dior perfume to go with it and knew Sir wo...ld love it. It was acceptable for school and acceptable for Sir's office. Her first bonus had been reinvested in Sir.On the weekend, Miss Jones went out with old school friends. None of them knew she was a slut, she had been the prim and proper one, marrying young. She deliberately dressed casual. Her best friend Sarah spied something. Something. She tapped her forehead against the tiled wall of the shower as if to rattle the nasty thoughts out of her brain. It wasn't working. Frustrated, she turned the water off with a single twist of her wrist and began putting her toiletries back into the caddy.Fine. If she couldn't get her mind out of the gutter, she was going to go back to her room, throw on some clothes, and get ready for breakfast. At least she had a quiet day ahead of her. Just a quick meeting with Professor Salinger about her. Dumbo, are you listening to me?"Elton felt his peter rise as Sandy berated him."Elton, are you listening Dumbo?" Yes, dear." Now listen, Elton. Put your clothes on. Get down and get a taxi and come over to Susan's house. You have the address on your memo pad. Get your arse into gear. Elton! Are you listening to me?"Yes dear. I was listening to you, but this taxi..." Dumbo, do you or don't you want to see me? Now get the lead out of your pants and move. I expect you here in less than an hour. Do. Ashley attempted to match my movements with thrusts of her own. In the half dark of the tent, I watched in awe as I pulled my cock almost all the way out before driving it back deep inside her. Over and over, I pull out slowly and drove it fast and hard back inside her wonderful pussy forcing a gasp from deep in her throat. Her moans turned to howls as I pinched her nipples hard. I leaned forward and we kissed again and she locked her legs into the small of my back.“You want more cock don’t.