Just as Willow started the dishwasher, Faith remarked, “This is definitely Mr Valcourt.”“What?” Willow asked, looking up and blinking.“These...pictures you drew,” she said while looking through Willow’s sketchbook again, “this is our old art teacher at St. Augustine’s.”Willow chewed her lower lip. She could feel herself already growing anxious, a light blush warming her cheeks and neck. She decided to roll with Faith a bit. “You think so?”Faith nodded. “Yeah. A bit darker, complexion, I think.. You remove my robe and I lay across the bed for you to massage my body with lotion. Once done, you start to grab my pajamas to dress me again, but I tell you to hold off on that. You’d been a very good boy, and you deserved a treat. I have you lay on the bed on your back and tie your wrists to the bed posts. “Would my good boy like a treat?” I ask playfully. You whine softly. I stand over you and trace my fingers across your body, feeling you tremble with pleasure at my touch. Your cock presses. Close the door. Take me, any way you want. Bye." Mrs. Honeywell clicked off. I was left staring at the guys with my cock growing, a pizza slice in one hand and my phone in the other. Inspiration struck so hard I got hard. "Got to go pick up your mom?" Landon said. Something about the way he said it seemed odd. When I glanced at him, I could clearly see the gleam of lust in his eyes. I could not stall these guys off from the MILFs for long. But MILFs in the wild were dangerous and skittish and. Arrived bang on 3.pm I rang the door bell and was greeted by a total stranger who let me in and me told that my sex master and mistress Eileen has gone to the supermarket to get a Bootle of wine and he said you no the drill and he left me and I made a start on striping off my male cloths and went into the bathroom to wash out my pussy and then made a start on getting dressed but on my back strapless bra with my fake boobs and put on my black boob tube dress and then put on my blond wig and went.