Being Canadian, although not from Quebec, she could already speak some French and thought it would make for an easy time, allowing her more time for h...r serious studies.She had been right, and wrong. She had no difficulties with the course. Her basic grounding in the language allowed her to easily keep ahead of the class. It was the TEACHER who was giving her sleepless nights.Not that she was alone in that, she was quite sure. From the very first day of class, every male student who had. She walks behind me with a handful of things, puts my hands behind me and binds them. "Your going to do a big load for me aren't you?" "Yes Mistress J" "When I say to cum you cum, only then okay" "Yes Mistress J" "Good" she runs her fingernails softly over my hips and butt cheeks. Then she blind folds me and plays with my hair before gagging me also. Caressing me as she returns to my front and caressing down my front then grabbing my cock which is limp but engorged, I am hers. . “You have something against getting a little taste of brown sugar?”“I, um, no! That’s not it at all! It’s just, you’re a woman!” Long repressed memories of certain girl-scout outings and late night groping at high school slumber parties flitted through her mind. “I, I don’t do girls!”Alex smiled sadly. “I don’t work for free, sugar.” she released the startled redhead and went to the wall and pressed a button. The door started to rise. “Let me just get your car out of my shop. You can then call. She began enjoying giving me blowjobs again – sometimes saving the come and sharing it with me or taking some and using it to rub on her clit as she got herself off. Several months later, I received a text from her one afternoon. I was on the west coast working and she asked how I felt about bondage. I replied asking what she had in mind – she wanted to know if I was interested in being tied up and letting her be in control. This definitely was arousing, so I said, sure! Over the next several.