Knowing her students as well as she did they were probably gagging at Mr. Rogers, the literature substitute teacher rendition of Shakespeare’s Hamle... they were suppose to have done in class on Monday. They were still complaining about the Christmas Carol play he directed the year before. No doubt she would be getting an earful from her class that morning. Fifteen minutes later, she had donned a navy blue blouse and skirt and was headed downstairs to make breakfast. Laura had started the coffee. I wanted my hand back on my cock and wanted it now! I didn’t wait for permission and resumed my stroking. I knew my cock and was sure it will reach another edge in just a few moves. The tension rose in a flash and I edged almost immediately. ‘Did my girls do that?’ ‘Yes, Mistress, and I can barely hold my orgasm now.’ ‘Oh so soon…’ She sounded disappointed. ‘I’ll tell you what: Give me one more good edge and I may allow you to shoot your load. But! Make it slow.’ ‘Yes, Mistress!’ Fuck yes! I. They haven’t been open to suggestions like that before, now they are the ones doing the suggesting.”‘‘I know you had a lot of reasons. What were they?” Secretary of State Dick asked.‘‘First was to keep Iran out of the news,’’ I said.‘‘Well, you have done that for sure,’’ Troy said.‘‘I wanted to send a message to the drug kingpins that I was coming after them. They have been warned; they are fair game now,’’ I said.‘‘I would say you did that. Evidentially you have someone in mind,’’ the Vice. He stands, removes his pants and pulls her into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist. He carries her to the bed, mouths locked again. Bringing her down he swipes off the basket with the candles and roses onto the floor, ‘won’t be needing those tonight’ he says as the first words they have exchanged since she arrived. ‘No we won’t’ she says with a slight giggle. Between her legs he positions himself. The months of tension and desire were finally over. This was the moment both had desired. .