She dropped her head, hiding the fury that kept rising, trying to get it under control before she did something more stupid than showing him her defia...ce. But she was not a meek child to follow along blindly, but rather a grown woman with her own attitude and temperament, both of which came from her demon side. She would refrain from verbally answering him, letting her actions speak for her, and he would be able to read in her body language that she was struggling to control herself. Gabranth. If I,d had any resistance shevsoon dispelled that by kissing me passionately and allowing me to first play with her sensitive titties with their puffy nipples which stood out like tiny pricks then finger her pussy with my right hand coating my fingers in her copious juices. “You won,t get me preggers, Joe so you can shoot all your lovely cream in my pussy, Joe. Mummy knows I,m naughty and has me on birth pills.” She reassured me. Ironically I,d recently had a vasectomy or “the snip” because. And so he began bringing the box containing the old football to school with him, just in case, never intending to use it, of course, but feeling somehow comforted by its presence as he faced the daily onslaught of enticingly flirty, yet infuriatingly inhibited cheerleaders. But then, Samantha, one of the smoking hot eighteen year-olds, begged him to give her an "intimate" tour of the back corner of the varsity football locker room. She was a bubbly brunette with a cute face, a shy little thing. "You three have some talking to do and I need to refill our pitcher," Mistress Kennedy murmured. "You have until I come back. Don't move. Don't raise your voices or you'll be punished."I watched as she walked out the doorway then turned to look at my wife. Sarah's expression had not changed, her eyes studying me but her face blank. She offered not a word, simply looking at me askance."Sarah," I said quietly, my heart breaking. Had I lost her completely? Did she now hate me and want to be free.