” I had been wearing it for the afternoon log session.I had a long, warm shower and enjoyed the feminine accoutrements the room contained. Shower ge... called Vagisil – I wasn’t sure how to pronounce it and it was only chemicals and plastic, but it suggested naked women and intimate parts.Anyway, Heather had gone, so that wasn’t on the menu after all.When I went back into the bedroom Mrs. Turner was sitting on the little round stool in front of her dressing table.“Think I’ll have one too,” she. She grunted and he stopped. Cindi began fingering herself. This amazon women on all fours getting her ass tapped. He grabbed her ass and slid in another two inches. She grunted loudly. Her frown turned to a smile and he slid in all the way and stopped. Cindi was groaning as she was excited as hell. He began to slowly fuck this muscled bitch. He reached down and milked her tits as he ran his full length in her. The stage had rotated again and we could see him entering her beautiful butt, could. Taking hold of the hem of the shirt, Jeff pulled it over Michelle's head and threw it onto the rumpled covers of the bed. Now she was fully exposed to his stern gaze."Don't move," he told her as he snatched her jacket; pulling from its pocket the ropes that she had been hobbled with.Kneeling down, Jeff lashed her ankles together, tightly cinching them so her legs seemed welded together. After making sure that Michelle was secure, Jeff threw on his clothes and picked-up the end of her lead."Come. She turned and walked away, to continue tending to a display. In a daze I walked to my car, still frozen and brain dead. Had that really just happened? What was going to happen on Monday? AM I DEAD?! For longer than I care to admit I was convinced the latter was the case, but decided if I was dead I would be driving a much nicer car. The weekend crawled by, my head filled with Mrs Richards and her kiss, her smile and that ass. Eventually after two long days, it was Monday. I arrived at school.