” “Yep.” “What are we gonna do?” “Apparently, you’re the mastermind of this operation Mark. What’s your plan of action?” “I need a...haircut.” “What?” “I need a haircut.” “Dude, it’s two in the morning and everything is closed.” “Just forget it.” “What were you before a gas station clerk?” “A lawyer.” The word tasted bitter in my mouth. Ellie got up from the passenger and gave me a good look over. Is she checking me out? Before I could entertain that thought, further her eyes met mine and I was. I joked a little with them, trying not to be so polite as to seem disgustingly obsequious. In fact, I did seem to feel more comfortable than I used to in such situations.As the lights were dimmed in the house, Martha took my hand and gave it a little squeeze. She whispered, "Good, Steven. Really, Very good. You're doing much better tonight. Here, let me fix that tie again. How do you get it over to the side like that?" She turned in her seat to fiddle with my tie.I whispered sarcastically,. "Every time you moan, I expect you to apologise again, for being so disobedient." SMACK. " I'm sorry!" SMACK. " Ooh, I'm sorry." SMACK. SMACK. SMACK! "Sssssssorryyyy..." Claire's pussy was on fire. With every spank, she felt a burning pain tainted with tingling pleasure. Her dripping slit was pulsing, longing for some attention too. She dared not move. As her teacher continued to spank her pussy, harder and harder, she drifted into a haze. All she could feel was his hand. "But I think breaking up was her way of trying to alert you that something was wrong. Because she fell so hard, so quickly, with her first boyfriend, she had no experience to fall back on. She didn't know how to talk to you. I'm sure you used your break ups as lessons. In fact, we've talked about a couple, so I'm sure you have."I don't think the lessons you took from them are necessarily the right ones, but that's not my place. In a few weeks, when you're both back in Lexington and have a.