He was in good shape, he went to the gym every other day, he cycled, and he saw some of the female students giggle shyly at him when he walked passed ...hem. They also didn’t have kids, so that couldn’t be the problem, he sometimes heard other couples complain about how it affected them. They even had tried to spice things up, as they call it, they had been experimenting here and there. They had gone to swinger parties a couple of times, but that wasn’t really for them. Although watching his wife. I walked out carrying a coffeepot and filled the cups I had laid outearlier. Without a word I went back to the kitchen and returned withplates loaded with hot pancakes and bacon. The guys all said thanks inrather shocked voices and dug in to the hot food. Bill said that if I hadbeen wearing a skirt he would have tipped me, I thought to myself, if youonly knew.We ate in silence and after I cleared the table we discussed what to dothat day. I said I was going to check out the greenhouse and plant. He made me go out without panties. He -” I closed my eyes, “he made me show my boobs to his friends. And sometimes he would make me cum in the middle of a party.” “And you liked it.” Jess’ comment wasn’t a question. “No! Yes! I don’t know…” I hung my head, embarrassed. “But go on, that’s not the reason you were kicked.” “But it is. Well, in a way.” I took a few deep breaths. “His last command was that he wanted photographs of me in the faculty room.” “Photos?” I nodded. “Naked. Naked and,” my. I could feel myself melting into her,becoming her. My eye shadow, the same shade as hers,blended into her. My lipstick, also in her shade, began toblur into hers. Her way of owning me was to re-create me inher image. My hair, dyed the same auburn color and done inher razor-cut shag style, reached out and merged with hers.Continuing to hold eye contact, Mistress leaned down andlightly pushed me to the floor. I fell back in a timelessrapture. Her fingers remained wrapped in my hair and shetwisted.