. painful. And you aren’t all that much older than I am. I’ll turn eighteen in a few weeks.”She smiled and shook her head. “That’s not enoug... to explain why I should risk a felony charge.”“We wouldn’t get caught. It’s simple statistics,” I said. “I looked it up. Studies are understandably imprecise, but there are probably tens if not hundreds of thousands of teacher-student relationships every year in America. Only a handful ever come to light. I sure as heck wouldn’t rat us out.”She pursed her. I took my phone and wrote to mistress - " Yoru slaveboy is standing outside" .. not more then a few second later her answer came - " get into the door and follow the instructions" I entered my mistresses apartment through her main door.. a small piece of paper told me to crawl into the livingroom , take off all clothes except the thong and then kneel at the spot she arranged facing her bedroom door.. i took of my jacket and shoes and started to crawl into the living room. in there i removed. She sectioned my hair with large chrome clips and diligently and firmly worked on one small section at a time. Soon enough, I had a head of massive, rollers wrapped tightly with my shiny hair. I was always a little surprised at how much darker my hair was when it was wet, and the dark hair on the large purple rollers mesmerizing me. Of course, the stockings meant that I wouldn’t be getting a pedicure this week and my week-old manicure didn’t really need any filling, so as Kristie set to work. He started kissing them and she responded. Soon they were completely undressed and still kissing. She went down and started sucking his cock. He moved around and started finger-fucking her. Then they were ready to start fucking. She tried to forget I was there and she should look away when our eyes met but I always tried to have a friendly look when she did look at me. He just looked my way to make sure I was still in the chair. As he started fucking her, he surprised me when he said to me, ‘We.