"Jon, No! Please stop! Owww!" She cried out squirming hard to escape but I held her down firmly while her ass began to turn to a glorious and cheerful...bright red color."When we are in private you will call me Master, or Sir. In public, you will also call me Sir, especially in front of the children. Are we clear?" No, this wasn't clear with her for at least another ten minutes until she began to sob and beg, "Please stop Sir! I will obey!"She almost even meant it.While she sobbed, I ran a finger. 'Jane lifted herself off my face, and I licked my lips, savouring her sweet juices.Sam was sitting on the edge of the sofa, tits bared,skirt riding up her thighs to expose her soaking knickers. I said in my teacher's voice:'Samantha Cartwright, how many times have you been told that your skirt is too short? The school uniform rules state that the hem must come three inches below the knee'.Sam wriggled her hips, and her mound pushed against her panties.'Sorry, Mr. Stone', she whispered. She had a very healthy sexdrive and was always fairly liberal. Not that I in any way appreciated it at the time, it was my first girlfriend and I genuinely thought that most girls were as lively as her. Sadly though I was wrong, but we had a fantastic few years shagging like rabbits and exploring sex together.Move on a few years and completely by chance we are both living in a similar part of north London. We weren’t in contact, but out of the blue she e-mailed me to tell me that her mother. We exchanged numbers and planned to meet for some hot sessions soon.After a week I got a call one sat morning, it was her, Shilpa, that was her name, she said her husband was out and she was bored, it would be great if I could drop down for a while. Being Saturday I was off and was just planning how would I spend my weekend, her call was a good way of spending an happening weekend. I wore a sexy shirt with the upper buttons down, revealing my clean shaved and gym build chest to arouse any.