“I see that you have been a bad girl again,” he observed as he stood up from his desk. I could see his boner through his well-pressed slacks.“Ye..., Mr. Gentry, I am sorry! My owner wanted me to tell you that he trusts your best judgment to correct me today. I have been a bad girl,” I said. Mr. Gentry doesn’t care what I’ve done wrong. He assumes I’ve probably done something naughty. He just needs me to tell him that to get himself hard. I know he is picturing doing this to a student. I am glad. I held her close and told her that I wanted herto be my little slut for one night. When she askedwhat I meant, I told her that I wanted her to dressand do what I asked, for one night. Initially, she said no, but eventually gave in.So on the appointed night, I came home with a singlered rose, and gave her a long deep kiss, whilegrabbing a hand full of her firm round ass. I told herI was taking her out to dinner, and that we were goingto dress up. As we went to the bedroom to get ready, Ipulled. The pleasure I was receiving reached its inevitable climax and I shot a huge load of cum inside my mother's mouth. I continued ejaculating with every stroke my mother gave me, and all of it was sent straight to her stomach with her tight lips concealing everything combined with her mouth's powerful suction.It took every ounce of strength I had to keep from falling over while I came. And when I finished and became flaccid again, my mother made sure to suck EVERY last drop of cum before releasing. “What do you want from me?” I asked the voice. “Oh we will get to what I want soon enough” he said as a felt something very cold slide up my body, over my tits and press against my throat. “I’m holding a knife at your throat and if you don’t do what I tell you too I will cut you,” the voice told me. I was trembling at this point and honestly I didn’t know what to do. I had this strange dark figure with his cock and my back holding me to the wall and a knife at my “Do you understand me slut?” I.