And how close was that? Two days after their encounter, she got a letter from Brandi that confirmed her worst fears, though not in the way she had qui...e expected.Dear Laura,I want to make sure you understand what I have to say. I never had an experience anything like what we shared the other night. Just recalling it makes my heart skip. (It makes me wet, too. I know you understand.) But I don't think we should do it again. Just because it was so intense, I think it could become a habit. We are. “Fine,” Mr. O replied, “but we aren’t done until I say. Is that clear?” She nodded, unsure what that meant, but now too shocked to say anything. Mr. O stood up, and as tall as Victoria was, she suddenly felt dwarfed by him. His strong chest pushed against his dress shirt in a way that had always made her stomach flutter a little, but now it was absolutely scary. “Bend over my desk,” he said nicely, but firmly, “and put your hands on the far side of it.”Victoria did as she was told, her mind. We gave very maternal looking hugs to each of the boys just before they got in their parent’s car for their ride home. I said goodbye to Patty and thanked her for stepping in at the last minute to be a chaperone. All the time trying to act like we had a normal week at the cabin in the hopes that Peter would not notice that I was walking a little bow-legged because my pussy felt a little raw. I used Peter’s broken leg as an excuse not to have sex with him for a whole week as my poor delightfully. They had seen her, all of her - did she want to see them?"You know, cherie, they could be men you see every day. Men you've talked with, bought from, worked next to, brushed past at the gym..."They'd talked about that. Did it matter? She decided it did. It meant that every man who smiled at her tomorrow, every eye that followed her, might be remembering the way her nipples tasted, how her mouth felt on his cock. In the long run, isn't not knowing more ... interesting?She shuddered a little..