His strokes got harder and faster. His sweat mixed in with hers at it hit her back. His grip on her shoulders tightened more and his hips felt more po...erful. The view of her ass spread far apart and her pussy lips vibrating and shaking as his cock slammed in and out of it made him closer then ever. She gripped the sheets tight, bit her lip and then lost control. First she croaked. The walls of her pussy squeezed his dick tight. She froze for a second and was completely quiet. Then her body. I picked up my discarded clothes and neatly folded them. I looked around for somewhere to put them and saw an old mahogany side board. I put them on the top of it, turned back to face Matron and took off my socks and then removed my trousers. At that precise moment Matron turned and looked at me, standing there in my little pink panties. She eyed me up and down and directed me to turn slowly around. She scrutinised my skinny white body, and noticing the marks made an hour ago by Mr West's crop,. At this time of the morning, I was trying to come to grips with what the news brought me. Speeding in my car down the freeway, so uncertain exactly what had happened, the range and depth of emotions were overwhelming. The brutal reality, the very honest truth of this day last year has yet to be realized fully. No one can really wrap his or her mind around something this enormous. It’s like saying you know the sun is hot. Arriving to work, numb and exhausted from the torrent of emotion, I. ‘I know you and I are only friends and all, but… I don’t want to be alone tonight.’ She then said the words I had been wanting to hear for years. ‘Sleep with me.’ I’d like to say that after she said that I picked her up, carried her to her bed and ravished her till she had one mind blowing orgasm after another till we both passed out from pleasure overload and then in the morning when we woke up, we were no longer friends, but lovers. I’d like to say that, but I can’t. My mother raised me to be.