Michelle’s mind is a ball of confusion on the drive home.“What if someone else comes to the club? Will Patrick come back tomorrow or another night... Will he tell anyone at work?”However, as she continues to drive home, her worry slowly fades.“Fuck it, I need the money and it’s only for three months, what’s the worst that can happen anyway? Well, Stan could show up, what a prick. It isn’t bad enough that I have to drive an hour to get to work now; I have to work for Stan as well. I don’t mind. He felt a feeling of self-loathing. "This girl is breathtakingly beautiful," he thought, "and I could take advantage of her so easily but I never, never must."Becca stayed with him until the class was called together. The instructress was a woman of indeterminate age. She was lithe and fit but Steven suspected that without make-up she might be quite a lot older than she looked. She also had a stentorian voice which Steven thought was clearly an advantage if she was to get through the initial. She lifted her skirt and caressed her sex on my face, my nose and my mouth, then much more sadistic on my breasts tortured. Suffering for me seemed at the peak of her pleasure to her and for the second time I felt orgasm rise in her. Still without losing control, She ordered me to open my mouth and relieved myself directly in me, reducing me to the state of a pissotière. I realized that at the slightest drop, the punishments would resume again.I realized how scared she was, her v******e was. I could actually feel my vaginal muscles still quietly spasming as they relaxed and the massive plug that was lodged in my vagina descended from the deep recesses of my pussy. The bulge in my belly diminished as the dildo slid down to press against the opening of my vagina, securely contained inside me by the five and a half inch base. On the far wall were splotches of cum where my pussy had throbbed out jets of fluid that had shot at least 15 feet. I couldn't help but wonder what.