.”Mom didn’t clarify that—she was pretty upset—but I soon got a full run-down on the situation. At the start of the 9th grade, my beautiful te...cher—the widowed Mrs. Amanda Blaylock—took me aside for a private meeting after school. I felt a little awkward about that; although I had only just entered her class.I had seen her around the school before, and—when I first discovered masturbation a year before—she figured prominently in my fantasies. 42 years old, with a pretty face and long red hair—. Over and over, as she writhed under him sobbing, moaning, and gasping for air, as she came repeatedly. Feeling himself getting ready to blow his own load, he lowered hiself to rest his full weight on top of her, reaached down and took a double handful of her soft ass, and began to hammer into her. She squealed and squirmed, crying and begging him to "do it more." She squeezed with all the pressure she could muster, and lifted herself to take him as deep as she could force him. He responded by. As soon as Becca finished squirting, I pulled my mouth away from her twat. The warm liquid dripped out of her pussy as she orgasmed.“Wow, it's getting pretty hot in here,” I said.At that moment, I removed my hoodie and tossed it onto the theater floor. Then I grabbed my shirt, pulled it up, and removed it from my body. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't contemplate taking my clothes off in a movie theater. However, I trusted Becca, and I didn't question her decisions, especially when. She wanted to be his personal little slut—she wanted to throw both halves of her double-life away, and surrender to his will.He was a man, and a strong, dominant man at that—he’d managed to break her will, and for that he had to be punished, Alexis knew. It was just ... she wished there was some way that she could punish him and become his sexy little servant at the same time... “Are you okay, Lexi?” Keri asked, after Alexis had spaced out one too many times.“Yeah, sorry...” Alexis responded, a.