Then my phone chimes in again. “I’ve been a naughty girl and am in need of punishment.” I’m glad I can sit down at a desk for the work I do, c...use hiding my raging hard-on would be impossible otherwise. Finally after what seems like hours, I figure out what the problem is. The boss seems happy again and tells me to go home. In the car I text Sam that I’m on the way. I promptly get a reply. “Your little whore is waiting for you.” Breaking a few speed limits I finally arrive home to find the. I had received a fair number of things to do in addition to the standard homework, mainly catch up work getting me up to speed with where the rest of the class was.We decided to leave a bit early, our next lesson being right across the other side of the school. On the way out, I switched on my blue eyed Mandy mask. Miss Gordon sitting at the front desk caught a glimpse of me as I did it and got a fairly shocked look on her face. "I didn't know you were a shape shifter, Amanda. Normally that. No secrets, no shame, no masks or half-truths. There was nothing that we could not explore, as long as we explored it together. After every session I always came away with a feeling of exhilaration, and a deeper understanding. The decision to separate was mine, and mine alone. It was an extremely hard decision, taken for entirely selfish reasons, when faced with a loss that I could not bear to contemplate – the loss of my children’s love and respect. In parting, I was not the least bit fair to. I never knew that that part of me with his rubbing could feel so good. I then I noticed his finger was all gooey with something and he pressing his finger on my hole and he was getting firmer in his pressures against its opening. The feeling was amazing and all I could do was press back against his hand as it felt so good. I was soon lost in a pleasure a young child as I was normally could never experience. I know today that what was happening is considered wrong but to me it was what saved me.