After each time Rapunzel rode him hard, stifling his protests with her hair over his mouth. Eventually she let him sleep and allowed her hair to draw ...ome of his blood.In the morning she rode him again. He was exhausted and almost motionless on the bed as Rapunzel unwound her hair. She tied his hands to the bed head with some of the thongs she used around her hair. She stuffed his mouth with a hand towel and tied that in place. He didn't have strength to resist as she fastened his legs together. A five-foot-six-inch, one-hundred-thirty-five pound, forty-year-old teacher with brown hair. I have a thirty-six C chest and legs that go on forever. I would say I am a seven on a scale of one to ten. This last school year was a rough one. Rougher than any I have had in my fifteen-plus years of teaching. I had several students that I just couldn’t reach no matter how hard I tried. That has never been the case for me and was very frustrating. I was so frustrated that it was affecting my home. He thought I was joking at first. It did sound a bit odd, being asked to be Gemma’s blow job Guinea pig. “What will I have to do?” He asked, uncertainly. “Not a lot. You just have to sit there while we teach Gemma how to do a good blow job.” “Right.” “It will all make sense on the day Greg.” “OK Danielle.” “You look worried Greg, should I find someone else!” “No.. no! I’ll be OK… it’s just a bit daunting!” “Oh Greg! You’ll be fine!” Greg had to man up sooner or later. This was his chance to. She moved closer, looking into my eyes, then swabbed ever so slowly over one nipple with her forefinger. I watched as she swirled it over then under my nipple causing it to stiffen and my pussy to shudder. I then watched as she sucked on it as if she were giving a blowjob. I was mesmerized. Her tongue languished over her finger savoring every single molecule of milk. She asked for another sample if didn't mind. I didn't. My tummy was all butterflies since her swiping of the first few drops..