’Caroline bent down and looked into my eyes.‘The choice is yours, Sarah, but – your bottom really is a bit of a mess, and I thoroughly recommend...delaying your caning.’Her voice conveyed real compassion and concern. With a mixture of both relief and disappointment, I nodded, accepting her recommendation.‘Very well. As you are already bent over my desk, I will cane your thighs first - as you are an adult, I should let you know that I will be using the senior cane.’I felt Miss Bates moving behind. Sure, I was living my life as a straight young male, but I had a secret desire that I kept hidden from my various girlfriends.After blowing a couple of guys, I found myself thinking about hard cocks all the time. I even snuck a little gay porn and hid it in my room at home. After buying a dirty magazine about cross dressers, I became obsessed with the idea of taking a hot load of cum down my throat while dressed in a short skirt, panties and thigh highs. Something about an older man pumping his. She then agreed to go on a date with me to a fancy restaurant, Gilbert's, and surprised me by joining me in the shower ahead of time, where she gave me an amazing blowjob. Then at dinner I repaid her with a nice pre-dinner orgasm before we headed home to make love. The story continues . . . . Sandy awakens a little while later Sandy awoke a short time later after making love to me. She slipped out from under my arm that was holding her, and started for the door, stopping to grab her bag. She. “There. Look at the clock. You’ve got plenty of time to clean up and get out of here. Go… go take your call.” I thought she sounded angry. “I’m sorry. Is everything ok? I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry about? You made me cum. Now go. I don’t want you to be late. If you stay a minute longer, I might want you to kiss me, and I’m not doing that through a mask. Virus… pandemic… remember?” Shit. I had forgotten all about that. “Go. Wash off your dick and get dressed. We can talk about this later.”.