One more left." SWAT. "Stay bent over so that I can examine your naughty bottom." They I felt her hands all over my bottom, again. They felt cool and ...oft, compared to the paddle. "You can stand up, now. Get dressed, I'll write out the note to your parents, then I expect to see you tomorrow evening at my house." I slowly pulled my pants over my sore bottom, and Miss Jones handed me the note for my parents. I wasn't looking forward to tomorrow evening. ### The following day in class, I tried to. She kept on sucking me, hard and fast and I let her control the depth and tempo. Jane was and is an artist with a cock, and there is no point in telling Michelangelo what to do. I let her suck me, and tried to control myself. Missy's vibrator began to buzz. Jane sucked me even harder, but I found a bit more self-control. I withdrew from her mouth and away from the bed. “On your back,” I commanded and Jane obeyed, legs and arms wide open. I took the lotion in my hands and began to work it into. On the other hand her letters to me were willed with erotic stuff that I don’t feel right in relating to the readers at this point. My story was well-received by my peers and I even got a permanent position on a Miami newspaper looking for a writer able to fill in the voids left by their other reporters with absolutely no idea how to connect prose to details in a way that was not boring as all get out.I decided to follow through on my semi-promise to pick Cuba up when she got released up in. ..thinking what was under those clothes...no no...you just met him don't.We arrived at a small yet secure looking house...we both got out and ran...I slipped over the cement...he ran back to carry me...I felt vulnerable...and a little warm...we got in and the house was warm and cozy...he slowly put me on the couch...“you okay"he asked concern in his voice...I laughed “I'm fine" I stood up...his body close to mine ....he smelled like aftershave.. we made eye contact...he broke it “well tai.