”I noticed he had lowered his head, then I realised I was naked. 'Idiot,' I thought to myself. But then he’s over twenty, surely a man of the worl..., and had seen far better female bodies than this old hag. For fuck sake, I was old enough to be his grandma.I went to fetch my keys and threw them down to him covering my modesty (too late) with the curtain. I said, “Let yourself in, dear. I’ll be down soon.”I took my time getting ready as I knew he would be at least an hour in the garden. My ankle. I concentrate and hold myself suspended until I hear and feel Daddy’s voice in my ear. “Come, Slut,” he says. Daddy texted me at 10:00 the next day as I was on my way to break. "Put the plug in and wear it until lunch. I’ll pick you up then." I headed to the ladies' room and fished around in my purse. I knew I hadn’t packed the plug, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. Sure enough, when I got in the stall my hand landed on the plug next to a small bottle of lube gel. I applied a dollop to my. I took a deep breath and walked back to the front ofthe class, sitting down on my desk. "Back to Gatsby," I said, quietingmy voice down, keeping it slow and soft, and getting through my firstchapter synopsis without further incident. I finished just short of thebell, with instructions to read chapter 1 by Friday.As the bell rang, I asked Andrew to clean the blackboard for me, andcaught up with the girl who had been the root of the trouble. "Wouldyou mind waiting behind?" I asked her as she. She’s panting and dripping and thrashing and moaning. She looks beautiful. Her legs stop shaking and she removes the vibratory from her panties. She keeps her eyes closed for a couple more minutes and basks in the glow of her orgasm. It shouldn’t be much longer now before he’s home. She opens her eyes to check the time and sees him standing at the end of the couch. She gasps and sits up frantically trying to pull herself together. He has been stroking his cock watching her orgasm explode. Some.