Flashback to her eyes catching his at that god-awful wedding in the middle of a sweltering summer where his ex married her ex and his collar felt like...it was choking him until her smile unwound everything like alcohol without the hangover. God. God. And wasn’t it a waste, those three years? If he kissed her now, all that time, all the clinical restraint meant nothing. But did it mean anything anyway, anything beyond hurt and heartbreak?He leaned closer to her. He could feel the whisper of her. I had a huge smile on my face as I opened the door and let him in. He stood looking rather nervous in my hallway as I offered him a drink but he politely declined so instead we head up to my bedroom to get the fun started.We were barely in the room and the door closed when he had his hands on my body holding my waist as we started kissing. His hands quickly ran down my side and down my thigh lifting up the skirt a little so he could hold my bum in his hands and squeeze each cheek as he kissed. With a smile on his face he said "Come on, Come on, you want a BJ? I give you one. I'm good-feel better than your hand. Come on; let's go in this booth. Come on"He opened the booth door, walked in and got on his knees. "Come on, Come on, in here. It safe" I followed him into the booth and locked the door. My heart was pounding, I was nervous, and to make it even worst my dick was completely soft. "Don't worry, relax, no embarass. Let me see it. Come on". I walked up to him and his face is eye. ” “Perhaps if you have forgotten I can remind you, as Miss Price has already informed me. She caught you performing fellatio on Rob, the grounds man, didn’t she, Monica?” “I’m not sure sir” “Not sure? Perhaps you’re not familiar with that term but I’m told you’re more than familiar with the act itself. Do you know where the word comes from Monica? It comes from fellātus, which in Latin is the past participle of the verb fellāre, meaning to suck.” “I don’t think Mr Griffin has taught us that.