..," Mia said trying to recall the name on the trophy."Jenna Michaels, but you can call me Mistress," she said as she flexed the crop for show."What?!...No! I am not doing this!" Oh you can leave but if you do I release the video." You'd go to jail for blackmail!" Mia argued."And you'd lose not just your job, but your entire teaching career, and go to jail for prostitution. You know what? Go ahead, maybe we'll be cellies and I'll make you my bitch on the inside instead of my slave on the. She turns toward me. There's a look to her."Have there been many others?" None as sweet as you." Have there been many other asses?" None like yours. I love being in you." How many have you been in?" You're the sweetest, every part of you. Anyone else was just practice, so I wouldn't fumble too much with you."She looks away, and I keep petting her. Curly black fuzz pushes back against my palm."Sometimes fumbling can be good." Her breathing has changed. I don't care if she complains. It's almost. “A good, Muslim woman who shoved a sparkling grape juice bottle into her pussy.”She squeezed her eyes closed. “I ... was masturbating.”“Clearly,” I said, moving to the bed. She lay on it, her legs in exam stirrups, spread apart, a hospital gown covering her.“I just ... wanted to try something ... thicker.” She shivered. “And my husband has not been ... attentive. He works hard. And ... You mustn’t tell him. He can’t know the shameful things I do when he’s not in our bed.”“Oh, I won’t tell him,”. You’re beautiful, you have a talent that you can use when you come back, and the best part is,’ she paused, ‘you have a family that loves you more than anything. Even your silly sister.’ at the last sentence she smiled. This made Katy smile too. ‘What about my eyes?’ they nearly forgot. ‘I can have someone look at them today.’ ‘Thanks mom.’ ‘There are a lot of things we need to discuss, I think it would be a good idea for you to take a shower and get dressed.’ ‘I will, I wouldn’t dream,.