She only let out a murmuring, mewling sound.“Yeah, you're ready for my cock.”We repositioned ourselves. I stretched out on my back, eager for this... I didn't care that the floor was hard and cold. Not with my dick throbbing and begging to bury in my teacher's hot cunt. This time, she would be aware of me plundering her twat.To Miss Daisy, this was our first time having sex, but I had already enjoyed her pussy once today during paused time.I licked my lips as the redheaded teacher maneuvered into. "Yes, I am still here." She spoke quietly. The phone went dead. She looked at the receiver of the phone a littlein shock. Suddenly feeling more alone then she ever had. Her hands shook asshe hung up the phone. I am being silly she thought to herself. A five-minuteone-sided conversation made her think about her life and the direction it wasleading. Sadness overwhelmed her. She needed more. A few days later after returning home from workshe prepared herself a small dinner and sat down to read the. I feel the specific terror of my aversion to ejaculation rise in my deepest being. In my half-dream state I see images of the cruel training he used to teach me my terror of ejaculating without his express command. Some part of my remaining free mind wonders at the efficiency of his control, but the rest of me, and the core of me, just feels the terror as it rises through already aching limbs and settles as a massive stone weight in my bowels.I can’t help it, I expel a soft mewl of terror. I checked with McMurdoe on any unusual occurrences during his shift, inspected my men, posted the guards and sent out patrols. Once a week I would ride into to Devizes and report to Adjutant Bywaters at HQ, and then spend an hour or so picking up the latest gossip, before making the long ride back to Burbage in the gathering gloom. I would have a bite to eat in the Anchor Inn at about seven in the evening and then continue doing my rounds. At two in the morning McMurdoe and his section would.