Dave hung up the phone, a dry cold smile adorned his hard, rugged face. He has been seeing Tina regularly for about 5 years. She was everything he nee...ed in an escort, and sometimes a lot more! In his mid fifties, and divorced from his ex wife for many years he longed for a physical relationship and sought his fun in the form of prostitutes. Like so many others, once he reached around 40 he had admitted he was actually bi sexual and had interactions with many cross dressers at various dogging. I then stopped daydreaming for a second and realised he was smiling at me! Why I thought? He waved his arm and signalled for me to come inside. I opened the door and asked him where I was supposed to be. He replied at home as I stupidly misread the date I was supposed to start, which was tomorrow!! BOLOOOXXXX! I was never this embarrassed before in my entire life nor felt this stupid. He smiled at me and said don't worry everyone makes mistakes and now that you're here you can help me out with. Minutes go by as I feast and squeeze and slap all over.But I need to plant myself in her again. I need a better position. I need to cum. Standing up, I grab one of the blankets from under her and pull, roughly rolling her off. I take the blanket over to her train seat and lay it down to cover the seat. I notice the people in their seats, all frozen in time still, oblivious to my raging boner swinging around as I work, to all the savage sex that's been taking place on the floor near them. The. You knew that. Remember when you taught College Math?”“Yeah.”“Donna asked how well you’d done in it, and you said that you’d never taken it in that form. You looked like a teacher because you knew more math than was in this course. Same with Lit. Lit teachers study more Lit than they’re going to teach. So, I’m never going to teach Baudelaire. It’s a shame, though. The whole class would read that section. Anyway...“Anyway,” she continued, “having an English degree will help me get a job as an.