Seeing my surprise he explained. ?This is a spanking trestle. I need you todrop your clothes and lie down it.? I blushed. I have notundressed in front...of another woman but my mother. I hesitated but Mr. Skinnertold me that the number of strokes would be doubled if I did not get started. When I was naked Mr.Skinner made me lie down on the trestle. First my hands and feet were put inleather cuffs. Then they put a leather strap over my body, so I could not move.Finally a wide leather collar was. Both my hands were grasping her asscheeks by this point. I was rubbing them. I was caressing them. I was squeezing them. I was pinching them. This woman so turned me on.Moving my hands from Maygan’s ass and up her back, I pulled my arms closer to me and my hands soon had her breasts in their grip. I liked them. A lot. They were hard; they were soft. They were heavy; they were light. They were most certainly mouthwatering and enticing.It was at this moment that Gina called downstairs letting us. Then she asked if I would like to come down to her house some day for dinner. I told her I would love to as a familiar tingle danced between my thighs. My nipples stiffened at the gentle caress of her hand as it accidentally brushed my breast on it’s way across the counter. The rest of work was a blur as my mind spun a web of sensual thoughts and desires.I rushed home after work to change to my evening wear a comfortable salwar kamiz and freshen up before going to met up with her. A date with a. E. landline number).I use to call her whenever classes postponed or cancelled. She used to come from long distance. Her Husband works as a manager in a company. He regularly goes out of town. This I came to know when we talk causally. One fine day I came to know that her husband is out of town. So on that I decided to dare and talk to her. So on that day night around 9 O’clock called her. She lifted the phone. I asked her about her dinner and other casual talk. She was responding to my call.