“But, like, I’m not totally sure,” she lied. In fact she’d visited the house two or three times a week since the first week of school, keeping...her venture a secret from family and friends.She’d heard the rumors since junior high, and again freshman year: “Ms. Corliss likes girls.” At first she considered them senseless taunts—the usual sassy rubbish high school girls and boys passed around about teachers, especially single female teachers. But when she landed by chance in Ms. Corliss’s class. Myself and my dad went to the airport to pick her up. We came back to our house at evening 5.00. my dad had an important meeting that night and he told that he will come only the next day.My mother and my aunt (mother sister) were chatting continuously for an hour till 8.00 night. My aunt wanted to buy some garments for her children and she asked me whether I am interested to accompany her. I was in no mood to go with her and refused. The garment shop was nearby our house and she went by walk.. The next 5 minutes was a rough fuck session I made her climax like she never did before and was now just enjoying the feeling of me pounding away at her tight pussy .I came closer to her face and looked right in her eyes " will you obey me ? " I asked as I pushed again ramming her g spot hard making her moan " YES MASTER " she screams and calms down " I'm yours master" she said with a tone of pleasure in her voice I new that she wasn't lying to me and that she really wants to be my slave . I. I expected it to veer off in weird directions but mostly it didn’t. Mostly it went straight down the hill – zooming faster and faster as it went through everything I’d learned about Dad and Aunty Penny and the things that I knew happened to them and the things I only guessed about. In the end my brain did veer off course and I found myself racing straight at a huge wall, covered with an enormous version of the Angie painting I wanted to paint. That was when I grabbed the handle bars again.