After another couple of minutes, I would get tired of her mouth. I would pull out and she would immediately know what I would want. She’d bend over ...gainst her desk and spread her legs. She’d look back at me with a look of desperateness and excitement. She’d know she would be all mine. I’d push my cock into her pussy in one swift thrust. I wouldn’t need to take it slow, because she would be very wet. She’d probably even be close to her own climax. I told you those teachers had lousy husbands. . He knew he was submissive, and that he also craved physical discipline, even though the thought of pain sort of terrified him. His grandmother would have never dreamed of laying a hand on him, and he only heard of some friends getting spanked when he was younger. During his searches on the net for uniform clad boys, he came across spanking and bondage sites. It was all he could do to pull himself away from the computer, his dick raw from the pounding he gave it the first time he came across. "you're richer than quite a few billionaires," Michael laughed. "The Forbes 400 is a list of the 400 richest Americans and you are richer than almost three hundred of them." How does this work then?" I asked through my slowly weeping eyes. I was crying tears, not of joy, not of pain or anger, but tears of uncertainty. I had no idea how to be a billionaire. "Do I just ask for more money if I want it, or what?" The figure your lawyer showed you was fifty million dollars, correct?" Yes, and I. I looked at Miss Morris and she just smiled at me. She left the room for a moment and returned with a tube of lubricant. Then she greased up Bethany’s asshole poking two fingers into it in the process. She wiped her fingers on my cock. Bethany got on her hands and knees, I got behind her, and Miss Morris held my cock at the entrance to Bethany’s rectum. All I did was lean into her and I felt the head of my cock penetrate her sphincter muscle. It was the tightest hole that I had been in so far.