Gordon was gay and was in a committed relationship with a local photographer since he was open about it and the frequently put on exhibitions of their...work at local art shows. Despite this he got no hustle from his pupils for he was an excellent teacher. It was also known that he was a black belt in karate which deterred anyone from taking liberties in his class. Because we respected him and trusted him as a teacher and knew he would not stand for any nonsense, we readily agreed."I have heard. She is the mostenthusiastic student I've ever trained."I really wanted to cry right then. Susan came over and gave me a big hug."I really mean it Melissa. I can't believe you're the same person that Idrove over here six months ago." Thank you so much, Susan. This means so much to me to hear it from you.It's hard sometimes to really think I'm doing good just hearing it fromone person. Thank you again." I started crying for real this time. Susangave me another hug until I cried myself out."By the. Just then the office door opened up and a tall thin black man in a three-piece business suit appeared holding a clipboard in his hands. “Danielle?” he called out to the room.”Right here sir.” I said, rising out of my chair and picking up my attaché case.“Right this way girl. And you can cut out that ‘Sir’ stuff. You can call me Carl.”“Good luck Danielle!” Melody said as I followed Mr. Richardson into the office. I would never see Becky ever again, but Melody I would see a lot of over the next. I wanted him to feel as much pleasure as he could get frome me. I could feel his cock swelling and pulsating inside of me. But he said he had to taste me. So he slid out and gently kissed and worked his way down my body until his head rested between my legs and his eager mouth found my swollen and throbbing clit waiting for that tongue of his. I am multiorgasmic and his tongue does it for me multiple times. I practically came as soon as his tongue touched me. But he backed his tongue strokes.