”Mrs. Cline said, “You will be when school starts back up in the fall. I got the student list yesterday.”I said, “Well I still need pictures o... you naked so that you won’t call the police.”Mrs. Cline said, “Oh don’t worry about that. I’ve always dreamed of this. Thank you so much. Now if only you can get my son to fuck me, then my entire life would be complete.”True to her word Mrs. Cline posed nude for me, sucked my cock for pictures, and then let me preset my camera so that I could get her. She loves boots not in the way most women love having many shoes, Valentina's boot addiction is a deep lust centering around sex and orgasms. I have been amused many times watching her flirt with other beautiful women simply because they were wearing a pair of boots she liked. I once asked her what it was about the boots that turned her on so greatly. "It's not something I can explain in simple words" she explained. "I like many styles of boots, and what I like varies with each style. If I had. He always asked personal questions about my mom and I enjoyed talking about her. He was the only one I told about seeing her naked and touching her when she was asleep.He had work for me just about every day and I seen more and more of his massive cock. He would always sit with his legs apart, his long fat, cock would be hard and sticking up. The dark purple mushroomed shaped head pressing against the bottom of the glass table. After doing the work he wanted done I would go home and jack off. She got in the back with me, looking as sharp and intimidating as ever.“Here, I was going to give this to you on Saturday, but now works,” she said, handing me a matte black cylinder with a seam down the length. Another box, then. After her gift of the plugs, the shape of this one suggested it might contain a designer dildo. Would it be shiny and chrome? “It’s designed to be small enough to fit inside a handbag.”Classy, I thought.It was a clutch purse, I discovered. Actually quite classy..