The following week as I drove Richard to one of the shops he again started to talk sexually as he stroked my leg taking it for granted I would give hi... what he wanted and whilst the thought of allowing him to take me was appealing the dynamics of our relationship had to change as I could not allow him to have that kind of control over me so I asked him what he wanted, “the same as last week” he replied.“Do you want to fuck me?” I said. After a few moments he admitted what I already had guessed. I quickly grab your hair again, pressing the head of my cock against you, the head of it just pushing in slightly and then I pull hard back on your hair as I slam into you, leaving it deep in you for a bit before pulling back out, almost all of the way out of you but still inside you.I keep slamming in, pulling your hair hard to make your body jerk back onto my cock each time, and then slowly pull almost all of the way out in between. My other hand moves over your body, starting off squeezing. I want more. My hands on your thighs I pull you down in your chair a little so I can reach you better. Leaning in to kiss you as if it was your mouth. Soft at first, and then with more passion, and pressure. Eventually slipping in the tip, and then all of my tongue. Flicking it around inside you. I can hear a pencil breaking in your hand above the desk. So I give you a few seconds to catch your breath, then I’m back into you. My lips sealed against you while just my tongue alone plunges in and. She then tells me and the class that I was going to get paddled for being disruptive. I turned and quickly walked out in the hall and shut the door.I was standing outside the door waiting when my 3rd grade teacher, Miss Jakes comes walking down the hall. Miss Jakes was a pretty woman. She was a little shorter, with a full figure. Her breasts were big and she had a shapely butt and hips. I remember being across her lap very well. She was probably around 38-40 years old. I had my back to the wall.