"Honestly, how can such a tiny thing squirt so much?" she muttered asshe continued writing in his P-Book.After returning from the bathroom, Peter took...off his soaked panties andquickly lifted them to his mouth, not wanted to cause any more trouble.He was petrified about Friday evening's punishment session. In the lastten minutes he had already received at least five more dreaded notationsin his Punishment Book - two of them from the headmistress, herself!This time the taste of his 'discharge'. ..in a few minutes I’ll be going to lunch, Meet me in the alleyway behind the bank.Grabbing my jacket I stride quickly down the hall and into the elevator. I knew exactly where Veronica sat and plotted how long it would take her to reach the back of the bank. Anxiously I rubbed my black leather shoes through the dusty gravel, peering to see if there were any security cameras. I definitely did not want anyone to see what I was about to do to her. And as though it were some sort of apocalyptic. I thought I was going to die" Oh but my darling wife I was just gone to hire a maid; how do you like her?" Servants are of no account Trevor; you're my husband, I want you here with me." He threw his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Now I was the pillar of salt. Doris did not get it and actually believed that this young woman was a maid."I'm sorry darling I guess I should have done it differently. Can you forgive me? Please?" Oh Trevor of course I forgive you; could I please have a. We didn’t talk into the late hours of the night, like we used to, and we didn’t flirt anymore. We just kind of meandered about through our relationship, sometimes crashing at his apartment or my house, growing more and more distant over time, more complacent. It felt like things were almost over between us, and maybe they should have been, but I was comfortable, and compared to the fear of throwing myself out into the dating world again and risk being crushed, like I’d been before Kyle came.