As I sat down, I wondered just how rebellious she had been to deserve being sent here. Or what she had done before I arrived to deserve her earlier be...ting. Unbidden, images of Eliza skilfully wielding her crop came into my head. She had looked magnificent, I could not deny it. My own feeling of power mixed into those images and I couldn’t help a smile spread across my face. Whatever her moment of rebellion had been she was certainly not showing any sign of it now. She did seem a little awkward. We fucked like crazy, and she was one of the best I have had. She said that she really wanted to see her husband get his wish, and we planned for the following weekend.On that day, I met her hand her husband at their apartment in Colorado Springs. It was really wierd for me to go into the apt, and see the guy grilling on the patio....with his wife, whom I just pounded a week ago, acting like I was just a neigbor guest. My cock was so hard, not knowing what was happening...the guy and I. I could almost see to the top of her legs but not quite, I was desparate for her to move slightly,to increase the width between her kness to expose her legs further and confirm my fantisy that she did indeed wear stockings and suspenders. As I carried on working glancing every second or so at Vickys nylon clad legs she said "can you see ok down there" Wow - I thought, if only you knew what my reply would love to be. She then added that the desk top computer may be blocking my light. I wasted no. As each student filed back into the classroom and by the podium, they laid their measurement sheets on the podium. As Rachel placed her paper on the podium, she flashed a quick smile and a wink in my direction. I gave her a quick wink in return, more or less just to see how she might respond. I dug through a box I had brought to the classroom and pulled out a safety harness. “Does anyone in here know what this is?” I asked. No one raised their hand. “It is a safety harness,” I replied..