"Remember when you first rejected me?" he said suddenly, staring at my breasts then at my face. "Yeah.." I said, recollecting about that embarrassing ...ncounter when he asked to see my tits back in 8th grade. I had told him no and almost forgot that text. "Well, it was worth waiting." he said. "You pervert!" I say jokingly as one of our old inside-jokes from highschool. He sits up and tells me to lay down on the bed. I obey, and being uncomfortable in my jeans ask him to take them off. He does. And i was some sort of bookworm during my school days, i kept my bag in my lap and my book over my bag and i was just going through the lessons. and his hands was still in the same position. But as the bus shook a little in the gutters his hand moved a little towards my crotch. Even that time i thought he is innocent because he was nice to me like he asked me what is your name what are u studying? Do you have exams today and so on… But in my imagination i was like what if his hand touches my. The stuff was gooey-awful but it felt sexy and I received it with gladness. It was thick and disgusting and hard to deal with but I held in place and let him do it because I knew how much he was getting out of doing it in my mouth.I have no idea how long his orgasm lasted nor how many times he spurted into me. I do know that when he was done, it was hard for me to hold that nasty stuff in my mouth. When he pulled his cock out of me, I spat it to the floor. He might have laughed but when I. She wasn’t interested in the fact that he was married, or that he had other plans. No. But that was the nature of their relationship: miss Brat was his domina, his mistress, his sole owner, and he was forced to obey and listen to every word she said. He was just her married sub, her slave, her obedient little man, so he set out to find the address and fulfill his task. It was only the first of his Herculean tasks – two more will follow, she said – but he was already shivering with anticipation..