History, a course I should be able to talk my way through without much in the way of preparation plus one hour of office time. The pay was adequate bu... with no fringe benefits. I began right after the semester break, in mid-January.I am sure you will not believe it, but until the first class, I had not really noticed that it was a girls' school, a junior college or "finishing school" for females, a private and very upper-class one with tuition on the level of the Ivy League.At 9 AM on a very. I went to my knees and as soon as she turned her buttocks to me I buried my face between her pale arse cheeks. I moved my tongue along her arse crack feeling the material of her thong string as I did so. I felt her move her hips backwards into my face as I located her sphincter and slid my tongue around the thong string and worked on her arse hole and automatically tried to enter her arse with my tongue. I heard a moan coming from Mistress as I explored the hole. I continued, feeling my nose. She came after several minutes and I felt and tasted her discharge then swallowed it all. She pushed my head away, told me to stand and we kissed for several more minutes. She looked at her diamond watch and said, ‘In the car stud. It’s almost two a.m.’ I was kind of shocked and hoped I could get into the house. She asked my address. She grinned and said, ‘Oh you ARE a needy protege Peter. I know that part of town. I used to have a boyfriend there…and I guess I still do.’ It took almost twenty. ”I stood and pulled her up, “if you were undead you would not feel. You would feed on any and everyone. You would always be cold and...”She shifted and then smiled, “perhaps I do not feed on people. I have taken many lives though they were not human.”I felt my side and then looked at her, “but not your family.”She shook her head, “I stayed away and watched and now I only visit as a stranger.”I looked around and pulled her towards the door, “so you are an undead but not.”She followed, “you do.