She called me over to her desk and asked, “Garrett I think you have a little crush on me. I’m not imagining things am I?” I blushed and started...to say “Mrs Jones I...” when she hooked her fingers into my waistband and pulled me close to her chair. “Because I have a crush on you...” she whispered. My dick was growing fast and she lightly traced the outline with her other hand. “Why don’t you come over to my house tonight?” She asked. “My husband is out of town and it’s a Friday, you could tell. He smiled. "Thank you Alison for allowing me to fuck your arse and for allowing me to come all over your beautiful face."At first Alison couldn't speak. She wasn't used to being thanked for being what she was, a slut! But then she suddenly decided she liked the idea. She smiled at him. "You're welcome Master Robert. Maybe when Master Ian has finished with my slut cunt you can fuck me there too." Not until he goes to the bathroom and cleans up," said Philip McKenna as the boy disappeared from. Generously, she applies more lube, for which I thank the Mistress. This time Mistress goes straight for two fingers and pushes all the way inside me, and grasps my cock, slowly stroking up and down."Please Mistress, let me cum, Please!"Mistress quickly inserts a third finger inside me and strokes my cock harder and faster. I start to moan from the pleasure and inform the Mistress that I am about to cum.Right as I start to shoot my cum, Mistress pushes the strapon directly inside me, all the way. Clean over center field---clearing the fence by over three feet. Still, the stadium was silent, and frozen in time. Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone---”RUUUUUUN” I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. I grab the handles of his wheelchair, and start running. Pushing as hard and fast as I could, the front wheels wobbling in the dirt. “I hope it doesn't lock up” was all I could think. First—second--third--and.