Sullivan being so hard on me? One thing was for certain, I was not looking forward to staying after school with him.*********** After the last bel... rang for the school day, I took my time walking from my locker to Mr. Sullivan’s classroom. My stomach was in knots and I was kind of shaky as I turned the doorknob and entered the room. Mr. Sullivan was sitting at his desk. I was hoping that another student would have gotten detention that day too, but I’m not that lucky. He looked up at me. I told him that I wanted to give a special present to my wife and wanted some good looking guy to giver her a very sensuous massage and – if things went ok, to have sex with her. I made clear that it depended entirely on her and at the very moment she or me ask, he had to leave. I also wanted to be absolutely sure that he had no sexual transmittable disease (especially AIDS) and he immediately showed me his recent medical certificates to assure me that he was a completely healthy and d**g free.. With my voluptuous tits before him, he buries his face in them and lays me down on the table. I can feel my pussy getting wet as he kisses his way down my toned abdomen. I start to moan and squeeze my soft breasts and hard nipples. He slides my yoga pants off and plunges his tongue between my small wet lips. I moan louder “are you as good with your cock as you are with your tongue?” I ask. He spins me around on the table and spreads my legs open to the window. He grabs my hand and places it on. My hand tightened up about all those big bulging muscles on his shoulder. At the same time, his hand at my waist dropped a few inches lower and clutched at me. The result left me with one hand filled with a young man's hard, hard muscles and his big, broad hand clutching my bottom. At this point, I should probably interrupt my story to tell you that I am not a petite little thing. Abbie, another neighbor, Lena and I have diligently exercised and shared good, healthy diet ideas over the many.