His body, all six feet plus of it, was trim. He wore a pair of khaki trousers and a blue shirt, with a burgundy tie. He was carrying a briefcase."Hi,"...he said to Bree, who was standing there gaping at him. "I'm Professor Cary Gordon. You'd be Miss Spencer, the photographer, right?"Bree recovered quickly. "Yes, I'm Bree Spencer. We'll do this whenever you're ready, Professor Gordon."He loosened his tie a bit. "Please, call me Cary. After all, you're about to know every-thing else, right?"Bree. Only he was right, and we both knew it. I liked to play with him, teasing and taunting, always assuming I could keep him under control and only let him be as rough as I wanted him to be, even after all the teasing. He jerked on my nipple sharply, forcing my attention back onto him. "I asked you a question, bitch. Isn’t. that. what. you. are?" A soft moan of humiliation slipped from my mouth. I closed my eyes and gasped, "Yes." He laughed with fierce satisfaction. His. "You...fuck...you are something special."Amy smiled. "Better than your girlfriend?"Mickey felt a pang of guilt, but answered truthfully. "Like you wouldn't believe," he sighed.Amy grinned. "Lay on your back."Mickey nodded, and turned over, laying flat on his back. He watched as she knelt beside him and lowered her head, taking his cock in her hand and guiding it into her mouth. He winced as she sucked hard, his foreskin pulled so far back that his cock head felt sore. He closed his eyes, trying. We used to speak very freely and we also share ideas about girls. Given the age gap, she never mistook me even when I spoke a bit more about girls. In fact whenever I chat with her she always gets a doubt if I have sex with any of my female friends. Whenever she asks me I used to shy away by saying “No, never”. She has two kids, her 18 year old son who has just joined engineering in Mysore and a 14 year old daughter.After a long time, we met in a function. Looking at her after a long time, I.