But I knew the danger of having a very close relation with the lady in your sexual fantasy. So I slowly started to keep away from her. For that I even...started to have the company of the bitches, yes spending a good money. She noticed the change and started to worry if there is anything wrong with me. She tried to discuss it with me several times but I always kept a distance. She knew that something was wrong and there was a pause in our relationship.Then came the annual pleasure trip. As usual,. The savory smells of chicken rochambeau attacked my senses, making my mouth water. I reached for a piece of french bread when I felt Miss Lindy’s spatula come across my knuckles. ‘You wait until I get it to the table child. You ain’t a hungry barbarian girl.’ she chastised, wagging her finger at me gently. I pouted softly, earning a chuckle from this grandmotherly figure. She was an older woman who had inherited the cooking duties of this household from her mother and grandmother and so on. She. Her mouth move by my ear, where her hot breath lingered. It was only in that moment that it really hit me: I had no idea who this woman was. I couldn't seem to articulate any other thoughts besides that. And it didn't seem to matter. I was lost -- so lost in her beauty and her lust.Suddenly, I felt her tongue across my ear, into my ear, gently nibbling at my ear lobes. A sigh escaped my mouth, and a shiver ran down my spine. My back arched towards her, and I felt her grip around me grow. She knew then she was in charge, that both women were now submissive to her, and decided to show them just who was boss. She tapped both bottoms in turn. Suddenly Elizabeth and Emma were more focused. They tensed. Miss Bentner saw it. Elizabeth and Emma suddenly remembered just how much their bottoms were stinging and sore. Both regretted pushing the 24 year old teacher. Both knew they were about to suffer because of it. Both turned to the front, away of the other’s gaze, and away from Miss.