I couldnt wait another second, I got up and went to the bathroom my teacher was in. She was at the sink washing her hands, she noticed me and seemed s...rprised, I walked up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders and we went inside one of the toilet cabins. My teacher was smiling at me with a sly grin as if she expected me to do that, we locked the cabin from the inside and she sat down on the toilet lid and grabbed me by my belt, pulling me closer to her. – Couldnt wait to see me again huh?. I loved it when he used me for his pleasure in the many positions he chose. I was his sex slave, here for his pleasure. He was my first love; he was my only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can remember I always wanted to serve and obey even before I knew what it meant to be a submissive.I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I always tried to obey his every command, but sometimes I just needed the feel of his whip on. ’ She brushed her hand across his arm. By lunchtime, Matt was curious about Kris’ great news. ‘So, what’s up?’ he said, pulling a chair up to her desk. The two ate lunch together often, usually avoiding the teacher’s room. They found that they could get more done by doing this but it also gave them time to discuss non-school things, personal things. None of their colleagues thought it was a big deal though every once in a while someone, usually a new staff member would raise a question or two.. I figured to kick it up, at about three I sent her a picture of my rock hard cock telling her that I could not wait to make love to her. I sent her a naughty text about using our biggest black cock on her tonight. She responded with MMmmmmmm, sounds perfect, black cock!!!!!! I would check in on-line and watch as my wife was home getting ready for work. I was very excited when I saw her walk into the bedroom with a large glass of wine knowing that alcohol would boost my odds. I actually was kind.