"The best I can do is make you sit here for an hour." I got news for you, teacher, " Les growled. "You can't even make me do that. I decided to drop o...t of school, so there's nothing you can do to me any more." Les, please think about what you're doing," Janet said. "You need an education. You won't be able to get a decent job without a high school diploma." Aw, save the lecture, Miss Peters," Les snarled. "There's only one thing I want from you."His eyes travelled hungrily up and down her tall. ” I said it in a tone that was very obvious and all the while my eyes never left hers.I then questioned her, “How about you?”“Same,” she then continued, “I’m busy as can be with all my friends. I had that brief period a little while after Tom died. But it just didn’t seem right.”“So, no one really since then?” I asked her in a surprised tone. She was so beautiful and always alive. She was always busy doing something. I was just surprised that she did not share any of that with a man.“No,” She. And I get a half hour. If I can't make you stop me, I'll pay you double. Otherwise, the regular rate. Deal?" Her eyes narrowed. She looked over at the rack of equipment on the far wall. It had a thoroughly complete assortment of paddles, whips, canes, tawses... She had, of course, experienced all of them by this point. She ran through the arsenal in her mind quickly trying to calculate whether she could endure a half hour of any of them on her ass. She was worried about the paddles. Surely a. We fucked hard, we fucked fast and I fucked Liz standing up through two more orgasms. She had her arms around me tight and dug her fingers into my back. Liz shouted again, “Fuckin shit, another one.” At that point I placed Liz onto the bed on her back and fucked her through her orgasm. I grabbed her legs and held them up. I took shallow thrusts, letting my mushroom-head rub up against her g-spot with my natural banana curve. I felt I was close to blowing an enormous amount of cum. Liz’s pussy.