She was trembling and breathing hard.It was almost as if some pornographer had kidnapped her, bound her, and dumped her at my door. I was shocked. I d...dn’t know what to do.Then I noticed my sweat suit, folded neatly in front of her, with a small box that said it held safety razors, her smartphone, and a note, folded, with “Sir” on the front.I squatted down on my heels and picked up the note, which said:I will be your slave.Or I will be dead.Please take me, SirTaped to the bottom of the note. ‘Sure, that’s OK with me,’ I said. ‘I just want to sleep. Have fun.’ I rolled over and closed my eyes. Bette and I left the studio shortly after breakfast the next morning. As she had said she would, she had returned to our room, but it was 8:00 in the morning before she showed up. I had already showered and gulped two cups of coffee. I saw shadows under her eyes. She looked tired. ‘Have a good time?’ I asked casually. ‘Feeling a pang this morning, are we?’ she said sharply. ‘Not really,’ I. As I playfully bit down she half laughed half whimpered with surprise. She flipped back over the only thing left on her was a little black and red thong. She sat up and kissed me, her hands moved to my belt and soon my pants were on the floor. She pulled me back on to the bed and kissed me some more. My hands all over her once again. One moved towards her pussy. I stayed outside her panties, and started massaging. A low moan erupted from her, and she whispered in my ear “mmm, yes.” Her hands. They were hanging limply like wet butterfly wings and inside, my cunt suffered that strange emptiness that I hated after being stuffed full of cock for a good ten or fifteen minutes."Let me help you," Principal Walters said, kindly offering his hand and pulling me onto my wobbly legs. "Go ahead and finish getting undressed, I'll have Ms. Hagen clean this up." Yeah ... Yes sir," I nodded, smiling and feeling sorta stoned after cumming so good. It always took me a long time to come back down.