(32b cup if you care toknow) and yes, I’m shaved. I’m very minded sexually,however my husband wasn’t and the boredom contributedto o...r divorce. It wasn’t really nasty I don’t guess.We had our fights, yes, but it was a blessing indisguise I suppose. I kept my few belongings. He gotthe dog and the house. I kept my sanity.The past few months, I have struggled with some of myown perverse kinks I guess you can say. I struggledwith an inner battle of guilt. You see, I am. ’ He struggled to contain his excitement, ‘Or option two – you refuse and I take you to the principal’s office after my ‘realisation’ that it was in fact you in the studio at break, and I’d been mistaken. From there you can face the wrath of the head and your parents together.’ Claire had no idea what to say. She imagined the look on her parents’ faces when they found out she’d been having sex… And at school no less. They’d certainly stop her from seeing Scott after that. And what if she got. Mistress Worthington is about a hundred years old andlooks like she could blow away in a storm, and wears giant horn rimmedglasses. She is super strict and none of us are dumb enough to crossher."Do you have a note for being tardy?" Yes Mistress." I curtsey and hand it to her. This note could sayanything. It could be a real excuse or it could say 'beat the shit outof hir.' She reads it.'You are excused for being tardy, but not for being both a distractionand a nuisance. I simply don't. Now, she demanded I take off her silk stockings. Slowly I removed each stocking, the feel of her clammy skin giving me a huge hard on. "Take off my blouse, slowly" she now instructed. I meticulously undid each button on her pink flowered blouse, the smell of perfume overpowering. Her size 34 D breasts now summoned my attention. She again whispered nervously "my bra, get rid of it!" She was breathing much more heavily now. Clearly she was enjoying the moment. I unsnapped the red bra and fondled.