Holding his cock in her mouth, she waited until he softened then licked him clean. While dressing, she glimpsed at herself in the mirror. How did it c...me to this? She felt like a prostitute, whoring herself to buy his silence. Spencer took a sip of red wine and then passed the glass to her. She realised at that moment, that this arrogant fool was just a privileged, overgrown school boy.“Be careful, Kathrine, Simon’s got a sadistic streak. I’ve seen it.” Kate finished the glass, and handed it. He dreaded showing that to his mother who hadn't even had a boyfriend in the five years since his father had died.It was her mid-week day off Tracey Kelly's silver Honda was in the driveway and Allan's gut tightened as he knew he would shortly have to face the embarrassment of handing over that letter. But as he slid the back door open Allan saw that Tracy wasn't downstairs. Maybe, he hoped. she had gone out with a friend. Maybe he could have a few hours to himself and satisfy the burning in. It almost smells like fresh flowers. My wife greets me at the door with a big kiss. She is wearing her special outfit for a spanking. This includes a pleaded skirt, white cotton panties, and a white blouse with no bra. I can see her large erect nipples through the thin fabric of her sheer white blouse. She takes me by the hand and I sit down on our big sofa. The blinds have already been closed and she stands in front of me. Next, she tells me what she did to become a naughty girl. He didn't have to be at the freshman dorm but he felt that it is where he was most needed, helping incoming freshmen. I confessed I was bi and about my fear. He gradually talked out of me details about Jon's and my masturbation. I could not believe I had said all that. He was not judgmental at all though and assured me masturbation was normal, natural, necessary and healthy. He told me some masturbation stories of other freshmen he and the other RAs had counseled and how they coped. I was.