She started teaching and I tried to pay attention. I was determined to be a good student even if I was a whore.I made it through that class and went t... the hall and to my locker to switch out books. My bells were ringing all the time I was moving. I didn't see Mistress, so I got my books and went to my next class. I went into that room and once again, I saw the whore chair up front. I figured that all my classes would now have a whore chair for me, so everyone could get a good look at my cunt.I. Can I ask you a question.” “you may ask anything you like, I will decide whether or not I answer.” “When will I know exactly where you want this to go?” “We will take this journey together, we will push your limits, boundaries, and discover it together along the way. There’s no need for you to stress over details just yet. You have pleased me today and I have a feeling your training will be quite easy. But I would prefer you not get sucked in by books and videos. Each relationship is unique, we. Once every couple of weeks, I wasn’t actually sure how it was all arranged he could reach out to Suzanne and come by. The reality was she was tutoring him in much more important aspects of college life.“He is still afraid you will get mad, I told him it is fine but he is still unable to get over the time you saw us” She laughed because she knew how silly that concern was.What had occurred was an accident, I had forgotten he was coming over and had stopped by the house after a sales call. I. Sounds like an addiction to me, ha! Now get this! I've been busy at work and haven't done anything crazy like this before and really haven't had the time to do much, period. A normal event before drifting off into dreamland for me is to check my e-mail and maybe find some fellow hair enthusiasts on the 'net to chat with. I eventually go to bed and get up in the next six or eight hours and just go to work. Except this time. I remember this damn dream so well, I could say it haunts me except that.