"Oh yes, now you really look like my little bitch," she said."Trying to live out your own lesbian fantasies are you?" I asked her."On the contrary, I'... going for a bit of role reversal."I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that."I think you're missing one vital ingredient for that," I said looking at her pussy."Of course, I almost forgot," she replied.Crystal told me to stay right where I was and disappeared out of the bedroom. I think it would be fair to say that I had no intention of going. "Hi, Jack. Get in before you're drenched."The fifteen year old boy immediately recognized not only the voice but the face of the woman, Miss Simpson, his tenth grade English teacher. Jack got into the car, where he knew there was no threat and where it was dry."I'm sorry, Miss Simpson, but I'm leaking all over your seat," he stammered."That's all right, Jack. The seat will dry, but we wouldn't want you to catch your death of cold, would we?"There was something old fashioned about Miss Simpson,. I may not have broken you yet. But I think I came close. We didn't do everything I wanted to do today. But we had a lot of fun, didn't we?"I looked down at the deck and whispered, "Yes, sir."He chuckled and continued, "Check your email tonight. I am going to send you copies of the pictures I took today. I want you to get an idea of how your classmates are going to be seeing you if you ever disobey me. I'll make copies of the two movies you made today, too. I'll give them to you tomorrow. Get. ” I said, somewhat embarrassed. “You REALLY didn’t know?” she queried. I just shook my head. I’m not sure she believed me. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did you start school late?” I queried. “My dad was in the military when I was young.” She stated. “He was stationed in Korea.” “The school for us wasn’t the greatest, so when we came back here, they started me a year behind to make sure I could keep up.” “I just turned 18.” She chuckled. “I’m the oldest k** in my class.” “I know the.