I figured blackmail, getting fired, and possibly jail all in one thought. I always thought Sarah was cute. She learned to be a great student and very ...ond of me after I taught her how to learn and was immune to her manipulating charms as a defense mechanism for getting over on the "system." She offered me d**gs, sex, and a hard time if I would let her "sake" and pass her without doing any of the work. I was a hard mother fucker when it came to my students. Former combat Marine me. Sarah was. I went faster and my breathing became heavy. I didn’t know I could move like this. It felt so good. Evan put his thumb on my clit, massaging it and within an instant the pleasure inside of me overflowed. I had been mostly quiet until then. With his touch, I started to loudly moan. I didn’t care if anyone else was in the house. I didn’t care who heard me. I had never felt pleasure like this before. My orgasm overtook and my body went tight on him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of. It felt like she had needle gloves on or else the sanding really left it raw. I cried into the gag but still nothing came out. Mistress then smacked my stretched balls, which sent the weights swinging and forced tears from my eye. Noticing this, Mistress gently wiped my tears and removed my gag."Do sluts cry, Brenda??" No Ma'am." Then these must be baby tears. Are you ready to be my baby now?"Not knowing what it all entailed, I stupidly said, "Yes ma'am. I'll be your damn baby".I felt a crop on. ’(Salon policy had always been not to enquire into a client’s personal circumstances. They came for a specific service, paid handsomely and could go away confident that total discretion would prevail. Nevertheless, it was surprising how many women were willing to disclose details of their private lives, it was as though they came to the salon as if to confession, needing to justify their desires. Laura Ford-Ramsey’s story was not untypical. Her husband had a number of directorships in the City,.