This has to be the end. Goodbye, my love.” The line went dead before I could say anything. I slumped against the still-locked door. My mind was wo...king overtime. Should I call her back? No, her husband could be with her. Perhaps this was for the best. One of our spouses was sure to have eventually found out. But still, could I live without her … without our Thursday afternoons? I felt empty and began crying. The housekeeper heard my sobs. “Here, let me help,” she said, taking the keycard. “Do you want a drink?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied.Cassie offered me a choice of several beers and several liquors. I settled on the Jägermeister and a beer. It didn’t take much for me to start feeling buzzed as we sat and chatted. I wondered what was taking Rachel so long.“Oh, she won’t be here until after she gets off work at eleven,” Cassie replied, once again placing her hand on my upper thigh. "I thought she was here," I replied. I pulled out my phone and looked at it. It was about seven. In the past—back before she’d humiliated herself—she’d fostered dozens of lurid masturbation fantasies that revolved around Brian. Ever since Chloe and Brian’s break-up, those long-suppressed old fantasies were all pouring out of the woodworks. Gushing out, like her brain was a sopping wet sponge that’d been given a staunch squeeze. Aside from moments of clarity where her tempestuous rage brought things to a complete boil, she was feeling positively swamped with sex thoughts, swirling and. With tears in my eyes, partly from the throat fucking and partly from the shame of letting the headmaster down, I exclaimed “I am so sorry Sir, please teach me how to satisfy a real man Sir, I promise to be good in future!”“Well ok then” said the head, “there may be something we can do. When is your father back?”“He is away for another week, Sir” I mumbled.“Right, that will give us plenty of time to turn you into a useful little sissy boy, IF you follow instructions. Do you want to become a.