Her breathing was hard. I don’t know what possessed me but I walked quietly into her room. I watched as she rubbed harder. Her back arched a little ...nd she opened her eyes and shrieked.“What the hell are you doing in here?” She looked embarrassed. She scrambled to cover up.“Don’t. I mean don’t cover up. I ... I think I can give you something better.”“Something better,” she said suspiciously.“Yes. If you will let me. I won’t tell anyone if you won’t”.She eyed me with suspicion. I shut her door. She had been eighteen then and ten years had elapsed without anything remotely like it happening to her. She suddenly remembered that when she was in the toilet on that far-off day, twisting round to see her scarlet bottom in the mirror, that she had been very wet, and she now blushed furiously as this thought struck her because she realised that it could so easily happen again right now. However, a sobering thought came to her. There were rules at school which meant that even. Tossing the magazine aside I look down at her."Is the table ready?" I ask.She responds with, "Yes Ma'am, everything is ready."Entering the dining room I inspect the table for correctness. She knowsthat everything must be to my satisfaction or she will get a spanking. Ofcourse, nothing is right. The napkin is lying too far from the plate, thewine glass has a smudge on it, and the flatware is placed incorrectly.She immediately rearranges the table to my satisfaction, and I sit down,informing her. She was not only a sexy bombshell but she knew how to dress and kill everyone with her looks. So enough of her description and now lets come to the sex story. Last 2 years I had spent watching her closely, helping myself jerk off watching her cleavage. But now I had to show her that I am in love with her. So I started directly looking in her eyes while speaking with her. I would wait near the lift to strike a conversation with her. I started going to early morning walks with her and would.