That was a period I was trying my best to forget because I had become incredibly attached to the anally-oriented young girl with the winning smile.Eve...ything seemed to be on track for me these days and I even had a date with Mrs. Stern for this evening that included her introducing me to her newly purchased "toy" that she gleefully demonstrated on almost every visit to her happy home. I was in the habit of calling the attractive older woman by her last name because she had been my teacher for. " I won't.." She stands transfixed looking at the screen. " … do that." "You will and more." I stand behind her my hand opens the moist back flap on her onesie exposing her clean shaven asshole and pussy. I rub two fingers along her slit. "Miss me?" She spreads her legs further apart allowing me better access. I rub my fingers along her slit to her swollen clit and back to her asshole. Over and over. "Open the closet. Put on the maid outfit" I click the tv remote and video and the girl receives. She said the roads were horrible and the snow plows were having trouble keeping up with all the snow. Mom usually gets home around 5p.m. and it was now 6 and I was begining to worry. I was watching the news when the door flew open and mom crashed through the door. She was covered in snow as she shivered and shook closing the door behind her. She was dressed in a long winter jacket but only a dress ,nylons and high heeled boots that came up to just below her knees underneath. I told her that I. It was a great gig. I would lie and read by the hotel pool for most of the day, wearing a tiny bikini so I would look sexy in case they had time for a quick fuck in the afternoon. Then I would put on an expensive dress that I bought earlier in the day with his money and go to a fancy dinner with his clients. Finally, he and I would go back to the suite to have sex, but the guy was usually so tired that he was asleep within thirty minutes. The bloke would invariably have breakfast meetings so.