She squirted and I swallowed every drop I could of her luscious juices. I pulled away from her smiling and licking my lips. I moved up to her and kiss...d her on the lips as my cock rested against her pussy. Her hands moved from my hair and ran down my back. Breaking the kiss I looked at her taking in her flushed face as her breathing slowly calmed down. I slowly lined my cock with her pussy, pushing slowly into her. I felt her warm tightness enveloping my cock with each millimetre I pushed in. I. Then she started throwing in unfamiliar things. She used different termsfor poses, did variations on poses, did one she *knows* I have troublewith, and led us in a balancing pose I’d never done before. I concentratedon my breath and marveled at her. By the end of class I’d lost my pride andwas present in the moment again. After class most of the people came up tothank us. When we had a moment, I bowed to Judy and said “Thank you forteaching me.” She smiled and gave me a. She was breathing normally, her long pretty auburn hair covering the pillow.In one movement I grabbed a handful of hair and pressed the knife to her throat. I felt her body go stiff, but she didn't move or scream. "Okay bitch don't cry out or do anything stupid or I'll cut your throat understand?"She nodded slightly and whispered a simple "Yes." Good girl. Now don't move bitch." I whispered in my best menacing tone, throwing off the blankets. My little Candice was stark naked. She was slightly. I speak, suddenly, my voice even and controlled. "This is mine, is it not?" I ask, referring to her body. "Y...yes", she stammers, "but.." My finger silences her again. "Just answer yes or no, girl. I don't want to hear your thoughts at the moment." She nods, her eyes wide and staring. This was not even remotely what she expected to happen, and she can't re-direct it. "You gave it to me, didn't you?", my voice gains a slight edge now, a burr of anger coating it. "Yes", she answers, her voice.