I welcomed her and invited her in with a glass of the wine waiting for her on the table. She sat on the edge of the couch showing some nerves. As we...talked I saw a nice looking blonde woman who was telling me she had broken up with her last and only DOM that very week. As she talked she seemed to be getting a certain look in her eyes that was telling me she wanted something from me that very evening. I pulled out the flogger I like best and laid it on my lap. Cindy’s eyes could not leave. I suppose I wans't a bad looking person. I had long, dark hair, brown eyes, a nice smile. Sure, I didn't have an entirely flat tummy. But I like not being a stick. There's nothing wrong with being a size 10. My boobs weren't that bad. A size 32 C. But I'm sure every girl aren't very happy with their boobs. "It's thundering." I mumbled looking down at the sheets. Oliver sighed. "You're eighteen, Brooke. Aren't you a little too old to be scared of thunder?" "I can't help it. Please. . .can I just. The rest is a blur. I know I’m moaning and in less than half a minute She makes me start to pump into my underpants and trousers, shuddering and convulsing in time to the shots of spunk, right in front of Her. Ecstasy floods me in wave after wave as I thoroughly wet my pants before Her very eyes. I’m subsiding and Miss Donna says something like “you must fancy me, that was so quick” and I’m able to mutter that I rarely get to see lovely cleavage like that. She closes my case while I stand there. As I was sitting the glass down I dropped it and orange juice spilled all over my clothes."Shit!" I exclaimed. After I realized I had just cursed in front of my teacher I covered my mouth with my hand and told him I was sorry.He laughed as he mopped up the orange juice with a dish towel. "It's not a problem, I don't know anyone who doesn't curse," he said with a wink. I couldn't tell if it was wishful thinking or if he was really flirting with me. I started getting a little excited."Oh Anna,.