Janitorial room. ElinoreFriday was the last school day before spring break. Peter was leavingtown for Palm Springs with some of his buddies later tha... evening. Deanwas also out of town.Friday night, I dressed to kill. When Peter opened the door to theJanitorial room he almost came on the spot."Come in, big boy," I said. "Don't just stand there."With his mouth still open in amazement, Peter entered the room."Don't you like what you see?"Still unable to speak, Peter nodded his head up and. I needed to talk to someone, or more likely, at someone. I briefly considered my children, but discounted them for totally different reasons; my youngest, Mark, was away at university, and if on the remote chance of catching him in a position to talk, he wouldn't see anything to concern me, let alone him. Part of me agreed with that, which would make it harder to convince him; after all, I still had my job, a superior whom I disliked had been removed, so I was better off.Too many moments though. The only rule was that they couldn't cum on my face or in my mouth, only my pussy (I usually ask a guy to cum in my mouth which is why he came up with this rule). Once they had cum in my pussy, I would clean up in the bathroom and tell them that Ed told them he was caught up with something so they can meet some other time, knowing that in actual fact he was waiting in the wardrobe for me to go and suck him until he unloaded his cum down my throat.So how did this lead to my first and only. I could feel his crotch growing harder, and harder and he finally grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor and to the exit. He escorted me across the parking lot without saying a word until we reached his car. He opened the door and bent me over the seat telling me to spread my legs apart, which I did willingly. He guided his fingers over my clit and into my vagina fingering me forcefully. I could feel my body melting as I begged him to finger me harder. Just when I thought he would be.