I had planned to ask if we could go to another room as I cynically assumed he would secretly film the proceedings. “Can we go in another room? It’... a bit bright in here” I said.“Ok lets go to my bedroom” He replied. Once there he signalled to me to get on my knees and I did. Everything had been agreed in advance so nothing needed to be said. I put my hand out to touch the bulge in his jeans and found the shape of his flaccid penis. My heart wanted to explode as I touched a man intimately for. They repeated the docs warning about not getting the dressing wet and having to wait until the stitches have been removed before doing any strenuous exercise. Then insisted I be taken out in a wheelchair. I didn’t argue.I drove home and dropped Mrs. J. off, then headed to school.I parked in the student parking lot. Students weren’t allowed to use visitors parking; violating this rule could lead to revocation of a students’ parking privileges permanently. I decided that if my plan did not go the. Our skin together felt so good that for a while I just wanted to hold you, and kiss you, and feel you next to me. After a while, I spoke softly. “Remember what you said the other day, about me telling you a fantasy?” I asked. “Not sure,” you replied. “You said, ‘I wish you could just flick your fingertip over my clit while telling me a fantasy, that sounds yummy’.” “Ah yes, hearing you say it now made me have butterflies. Look how hard my nipples are.” I looked and indeed they were hard. I. In effect, I had given Mr. Benson an order. Hesighed, but started walking toward the door. I followed behind him and onceI was inside the office I closed the door behind me and then lowered theblinds on the window that looked out on the chorus room. I knew fromexperience that the students in the class would not be able to hear us whilewe were in here."Megan--" Mr. Benson started, but I didn't let him continue."We had a deal!" I nearly yelled at him. "Nothing that would expose mysecret! Do you.