Or from memories of dance competition? So much I want to learn…later. Your eyes have left the mirror, your head turned to catch my gaze, your lips p...rsed and smiling, and answered by my whispered words revealing what I am thinking, about how beautiful you must be, flawless, perfect, taut and firm underneath this elegant but simple dress…. Your hand moves for the first time since I released it, coming up to touch my cheek as you whisper me back, with a chuckle, “You are such a man.” I smile. He was looking for his own gratification. It hurt so much. I couldn't speak. I was paralyzed.I thought to myself, "He doesn't know what he's doing. He doesn't know its hurting me."Suddenly, its over, a twitch of his hips, a grunt and he filled my ass with his cum. He rolled off in an orgasmic stupor before realizing I haven't moved. My tears have stopped but the my sobs shake me while I lay on my stomach in shock."Oh my god, whats wrong? Did I hurt you? Sweetheart, are you alright?" He sounded. English in exchange for German: that seems fair.’ Frau Kurtz drew in her breath sharply. ‘I hope that Karl and Ulrika will be far too busy learning to have any time for teaching,’ she said heavily. That was the end of that conversation. We finished the meal in silence and then the kids were sent to their rooms to do homework. As they trailed out of the dining room Frau Kurtz turned to me. ‘Herr Lancer, you must be firm with them, with the girl especially. Their father is insistent that they. ” I scamper back to the house. I look back and you are grinning wickedly. I am glad to find the warmth of your room, and curl into a ball in my basket shivering at the foot of your bed. When you return you have stripped from your coat and boots and look beautiful with a thick white towel around you clinging to your wondrous curves. You throw a heavy blanket to me and I pull it over me gratefully. “Thank you Mistress,” I nod. “I’m too good to you,” you mutter as you turn to check your look.