His hands slide up my back and he unclasps my bra and I toss it away. He lets go of my mouth and buries his face in my breasts, tonguing them, and suc...s my left nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue. I cry out and grind my hips against his cock. I hear his breathing change again. I reach down and unbutton his pants, pulling them down enough to pull his cock free. He shivers as my hand wraps around it. I pull it out and raise up on my knees and I groan in frustration as I. Please have a seat." She looked into my face for an extended moment, and in what seemed like an afterthought stated, "And you may call me Suzanne." 'Suzanne?' I thought, in somewhat of a daze as it came back to me. 'Suzanne Barrett?' I suddenly realized who she was. "Suzanne? I thought your name was Barrett? And I thought your hair was light brown?" I know there was a confused tone in my voice. "Danny? Is that really you?" she asked, a big smile on her face. "I was thinking you looked awfully. .." After a long pause, I asked, "Partly what?" She smiled sweetly, "Good, you're paying attention." We laughed and she continued, "Well, about our second week I went to his closet to find a new box of condoms and dug around a bit. I found his movies. I was really surprised." "You'd seen porn before, right? All guys have porn." She smiled, "No, they were his home movies." "Oh. Videotapes?" "No, he was a lawyer. An unmarried lawyer who works in property law. You can imagine he had the best. My parents are the strict and religious kind of people, so I was never comfortable to be in a relationship and when I was in one I tried to keep it a secret from my parents. They took me everywhere so I couldn't have adventures after school or skip at work to have fun with boys (or girls). Soon they realized that I needed the Internet for homework, so instead of letting me stay after school, they relented and installed it at home. That's how it started. The Internet, my teacher, my savior. I.