" she growled at him. Her grip on his hair tightened and he gasped at the pain of it, and the pleasure. "I'm sorry" he grunted. "For??" she said...He ...rew a deep breath, knowing she wouldn't let this be easy, "For touching myself when I know better. Thank you Mistress for correcting me". He finally got out.She looked at him for a moment and then said "I have not corrected you yet, stand up!". She backed up a step so that he could stand, then she grabbed him and turned him around, and bent him. " You must think me a terrible chatterbox." Not at all. It was an interesting tale. And I've a golden rule to never interrupt someone telling tales out of school."Molly's laugh skipped round the room."And if a gentleman caller is persistent?" I let it be known that he is a humourless son of a bitch." Is he?" Is he what?" A humourless son of a bitch?" I don't know; I'm not married." And if a pretend marriage doesn't dent his ardour?" I catch the barman's eye and mouth help." And that works?". . here let me give you a better look." He says undoing his slacks and pulling them down along with his boxers, letting the erect pole spring out."WOW!" She says say genuinely surprised; the young coed would never guess her old professor had an eight inch cock! "I'll show you sir, that I'm a better girl to have around than any of your other students." She grabs the pole and starts to knead it, gently masturbating him. "You'd NOT want me out of college right?" Oh GOD! No, of course not! You're. After long minutes of grinning stupidly in beau reves, longing for her naked love, I get painfully hard and I can't wait to run home and bury my love inside her. Isn't that odd, after being married six years, that I still feel so strongly about her? I love her so much, I stopped questioning why she never wanted her family to meet me. Or was it ME to meet her family? Something in her past damaged her so badly she never spoke of them. Once, she slipped and mentioned she had a younger sister who.