I put my cock away and looked at her with a cheeky smile.She looked back and said “we get off at 4, my husband doesn’t get off until 8. Let’s go...to my house after work” I agreed. We cleaned ourselves up, I put my cock back in my pants, she cleaned the saliva form her mouth and chin, fixed her hijab and we casually walked back to our desks.As soon as 4 rolled around we both ran out of the office as casually as possible. I jumped into her car and we took off straight for her house. During the. For the first time actually feeling a hand against my cheeks was wonderful. About halfway through the spanking, he moved his other hand to hold my pussy firmly, his fingers playing up and down my wet slit. Now he knew, and it seemed to encourage him to spank me a bit harder.I cried as he did, not so much from the pain, as I was relishing in that, but realizing I had disappointed him today and had been bad. This only intensified the feeling I was now experiencing.After several minutes, he. Languages not on the syllabus." Turkish?" wondered Keith. "What bloody good is Turkish? I mean... I know you speak it, but you speak everything. But why teach Turkish?" I'd love to know what Fiona would make of the ablative," remarked Karen indulgently.It wasn't that long until Keith first got to meet Fiona. He was home, energised after a school football match where his pupils had totally slaughtered the opposition. He was on a real high. And the best thing to seal a perfect day would be an. He showed no signs of coming. Elkie flipped him over, and straddled him, his cock in her hand as she fed him into her, inch by hard inch. She leaned back, his girth filling her, his head massaging her sensitive g-spot. She fucked him. Hard. Elkie came, her juices running down his cock, mingling with his sweat and saturating the silk sheets of the bed. Good job there was a second bedroom so she could sleep on dry sheets. She ground out another orgasm, and another. Still, he hadn't cum. Her back.