Sometimes I struggled to find the words, I didn't have the vocabulary. Mr Henry tried to encourage me by helping with some of the more difficult parts... He filled in the gaps for me and it was uncanny how he seemed to know just what had happened. He sat behind his desk, looking intently at me.“Thank you for being honest with me. Mr West told me exactly what occurred and I must say that I agree with his actions. Discipline in a school such as ours is paramount. Without discipline then anarchy. "Joan held her skirt high with both hands. "Why, Reverend, you're a naughty, naughty man." she said.Her cunt was covered with curly hair several shades darker than her blonde head, and it was wet, decidedly wet. She stepped away from the bowl, moved her feet wide apart, and arched herself out to him in invitation."Well, don't just stand there like a dummy; suck it, if that's what you want."The preacher dropped to his knees, grabbed her by the hips, and jammed his face into her curly bush. He. (You can find my 'A New Kink For A Wicked Bunny' story if you want to search for it.)Anyway, another unplanned sexcapade happened when I was driving the interstate to visit friends. I'd pulled into a busy truck stop packed with 18-wheelers. The diner was very busy and the wait staff was in a frenzy with the lunch crowd. Truckers don't get paid when they aren't putting miles on the odometer. Getting them back on the road was a number 1 priority so I was ready for a wait on my order. I wasn't in. "I hurt my hand and I am going to let him pay for my doctor visit," I explained.He laughed and got five dollars out of his pouch.I went to the doctor's office and let him look at my hand. He said, "You should never hit people in the head unless you are holding something in your hand. Hands are meant to hold things, not hit with. You have a badly bruised knuckle, but nothing is broken. He gave me some medicine for the pain and swelling, aspirin, I think, and charged me three dollars.I let Mr..