She pivoted her hips up, and despite his best (restrained) efforts, she pulled her cock from his mouth. She dismounted him and slid off the bed. She w...nt to the head board and switched the hand restraints, being very careful not to free him accidentally. Then she went to the foot of the bed and did the same for his leg restraints."Turn over!" she commanded. Greg flopped a little, but managed to turn over onto his stomach. As she tightened the ropes, he gyrated his body to rub his cock against. “Here you are Brown. Open it straight away.’ She thrust the letter into his shaking hand. Mrs Ashley was tall for a female, about forty, slim and with long chestnut coloured hair. She was quite good looking with elegant features but could be a bitch, for want of a better term, at times. It was school policy that she attended and witnessed the physical punishment of pupils. And you didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to see that she derived a quiet sadistic satisfaction from that role either. He. It took a moment for him to place where he was. It always did. His dreams were sometimes more vivid than reality, whether of smoke-filled battle fields or limp, lifeless blondes. This morning in particular the confusion hung over him. He ran a hand across his face as if to clear the cob webs from his brain. Pancakes? His mother had not made pancakes since he was in kindergarten. Eggs, bacon, toast, sure, but not pancakes. Then he remembered. The woman. Jill was her name. The events of the. My tongue was ahead of my lips as I went down on him.I wanted to take my time and enjoy the experience as much as possible.Over and over again I slid his delicious cock into my mouth then I pushed down a bit further until he was sliding down my throat. I was totally relaxed as I slid him back and forth in my throat. Breathing through my nose as I did.Then I picked up the pace and kept my lips tight around his love shaft. He pulled back so I planted my lips on the hole and he slid into my.