I came close to cumming a few time but became to sensitive from her hard sucking that i couldn’t take any more and would shutter forcing her to stop...for a moment and then continue. She see me as a challenge I don’t normally cum from just blow jobs alone and most guys she told me don’t last 5 minutes before blowing their load into her mouth.After a while I stood up and so did she. She knew I wanted to fuck and her moved over to the bed and bent over presenting me with her ass. I lined up my cock. I guess the only thing left to do would beto get on the plane...dressed as a pretty girl.She glanced my way again. "Aren't I just the best Mistress ever?"...After a short drive we stopped at a coffee shop for a drink and some timefor Miss Penny to talk me down. She explained that this was something shewanted me to do for her and I was supposed to be a submissive sissy whodid as she was told. She had come up with the idea as we exchanged emailsplanning out our session. When I had mentioned I. It was the first time that she saw a real man's genitals, with its tube like penis and sack like scrotum. It looked bigger in real life than on statues at the museum. She tried hard not to stare at it, but her eyes kept going back to it of their own volition. Her aunt, Jan saw, was busty with gold rings dangling from her nipples, and had no hair, but a third ring on her pubic mound. Her aunt asked, "Would you like a cup of coffee or hot chocolate?" The choice startled her, neither was offered. ‘Why are you here?’ ‘Because you promised.’ ‘No, really . . . Why me? She took in a deep breath, searching for the words. ‘You were the best teacher I have ever had. You care about each of your students. You cared about me. You are fair. You are kind. You are everything I ever wanted. And I couldn’t have you.’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. ‘Mister Thompson . . . er, Marc . . . Did you know that I never went out with any of the boys in high school?’ All I could do was shake my head. I.