“Sounds like we’re here by ourselves one more night for me to prove it to you, Master.” The word “master” echoed with weight as I said it. I... wasn’t lost on Cliff either. I reached for his soft cock through his white linen pants. “Try me.” I squeezed his cock in my petite hand. My words and face conveyed a playful seriousness. The moment became a turning point in our relationship and my willing submission. “And maybe I don’t want an end to it.”We barely slept that night. I was voracious and. The fact her phone had been silent for nearly two hours - and remained so seemed to speak for itself.As their eyes met, the speaker's face screwed up and he ran a finger nervously around his collar. Emma too felt uncomfortable, shuffling on the bench. Could he be thinking the same thing? Did he perhaps recognise her? In the flesh, he was so much more alluring than in the picture, rugged and manly, exuding power and Emma knew she wanted him.The confused nurse found her thighs slipping apart. Stanton’s phone call to the MatronI have telephoned the matron later this evening. It was quite a interesting conversation, typical of the matron and her strange sense of humour, and I am writing it down as I remember it rather clearly!Me: Well, I hope you are not too exhausted by our rather unusual punishment session this afternoon! How did things go with Deidre after you left my study?Matron: Ah – How do you mean … and what do you expect?!Me: What do you expect?! You know perfectly well!. I sucked him behind bushes, in the back seat of his car, on my parents’ couch, on his parents’ couch. He always let me know what felt really good to him, and what felt not so good too, and by trial and error and lots of practice, I got to be a pretty good fellatrix.I taught him how to go down on me, and together we explored and learned my personal preferences in terms of how I want my pussy eaten.But in the several months we were together, we never once fucked.Fast forward a few more months,.