He wiggled and writhed around on the bed and pulled the shirt off when she was done. Shit, he thought, oh shit. What is going on here? Shit.She lay fo... a moment, then he felt her hands on the snaps of his jeans. Oh shit, he told himself again. He had to help her get them unsnapped and his zipper unzipped. He kicked his jeans down to the bottom of the bed, and left them. He was as naked as her. He was trembling.“Girl,” he whispered, taking her in his arms, “Girl, are you sure about this.”“About. "Yes Sir." You submit to his authority with what he wants to hear. Mr Hodgkinson loves to hear the word Sir, especially from his female pupils."Good! Now sit down Brittany, I have some work for you to do."You sit down nervously, keeping your eyes on Mr Hodgkinson all the time, watching what he does, awaiting further instructions. After what seems like an eternity, he hands you a slip of paper with a sentence written on it in typed black ink."You will write this line Brittany, 200 times, 'I will. “Yeh ... she’s a good kid ... cheeky at times if she has a fault” I replied.“All girls that age can be a handful ... I know that I was at her age” Olivia explained.We talked about Megan and her class, and the success of the production. The coffees were soon all gone, but we continued to chat. During a short pause in our conversation, she took the empty cups to the kitchen.“Don’t move ... I’ll be back in a moment”.I watched her firm rounded ass as she walked away from me. I would love to have my. She knew that he was going to get more of himself inside her and that he would be brutal in his fucking but she did not quite expect the harshness of his hair tugging and thigh slapping. But even though she was quite sore after he had finished she still felt very satisfied.She wanted to take a shower alongside Bradley before she went home but he persuaded her not to. “The cuckold prefers his wife to go straight from her lover’s bed to him. So do I,” He told her.“They prefer their wives smelling.