Kat had been my first. That doesn't mean what one might be thinking. She was not my first sexual partner but, rather, my first submissive. We learned ...bout and explored the BDSM lifestyle together. She helped me form my dominant personality and I helped her complete herself. Or so she told me so many times.And it had all been precipitated by a glimpse of side boob.It was some twenty five years earlier. I was an assistant professor in the department of geography. I was placed on the tenure-. ” I told her.“Good, I have things to do. Finish it up.” She said.I continued to beat off fast and hard. Finally that feeling came inside of me, and it started squirting. The first squirt went over a foot in the air, and hit my sheets, about halfway between Aunt Alice and my cock. The rest of it went straight up, and landed on my hand.“There. Clean yourself up, you naughty, naughty young man. You should be ashamed of yourself for having such impure thoughts.” Wait….I thought I was not in trouble. The slacks that fit every curve of her sexy ass. And the evenings were even worse. When she got home, she would usually change out of her work clothes into shorts, yoga pants, or tight jeans. Little tank tops or a tee shirt, sometimes without a bra. Between that and the memory of Jessica in her bedroom that night, it seemed like I walked around the house with a perpetual hard-on. If she only knew what she was doing to me. Even with all that, I couldn't stay away from Jessica. I volunteered to. We locked eyes and my heart skipped a beat.Is this really happening? I watched her sway towards me. She placed her empty drink at the bar and gently slid a single finger down my arm.She whispered in my ear, “Do you want to dance?”I felt the warm rush of her breath in my ear, sending a shiver down to my crotch. Luckily it was dark and I don’t think she could tell I was already getting hard. Before I could answer, she confidently grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the VIP dance area. The.