Then, he walked over and shut the door and walked back to us."I believe my wife was tutoring you. Let's get started," he said unemotionally."OoooK," I...said confused. I glanced at Mrs. Johnson, but she wasn't giving me any signs of anything.She led me to our "fuck desk" again and we started talking about the lesson. This was so awkward. I was very uncomfortable with her husband in the room and us studying at the desk I had fucked her on just weeks ago. After studying for a while, her hand slid. " *Smack!*"Ahh! Mhhmmm adress you." As 'Master'." *Smack!*"Ghhaa!! Oww.. As Master." "Good," I told pleased with my results, "Now what have you learned?" To always address you as Master." She replied without hesitation.I smiled and tapped her now red and sore cheeks gently, keeping my hand pressed to it and began tenderly rubbing her, soothing her as it was feeling really warm now. I then lowered her skirt, covering her now bright pink bum up."Now stand up, and get me that glass of water." I. Nevertheless I kept up a steady firm deep thrusting rhythm. It was no longer possible to ignore Ron’s growing excitement. His diminutive cock began to throb against mine. His knob and shaft swelled just that little bit. Through the underside of my shaft, as it passed over his, I could sense the beginning of his pleasure.His small cock throbbed, the muscle along the underside of his shaft pulsed. I rested my knob just past the end of his. His cock spurted wads of hot fluid over my knob. I slid. Your voice?" "Yes, that's my voice and I'm speaking with hers. Yours I hope." "Good, so we're all on the same page. Let's meet for dinner tonight. Pierre's at eight. I'll make reservations." "Dinner? Why not now?" "Because if it took a shooting star to cause this, it will probably take another one to undo it and we might have to be in the right frame of mind." "Hmm. Makes sense." "And besides, I have to go watch a ballgame somewhere, I hope I don't have to drink too much beer. Wear the little.