As if we know each other, we begin to talk about Nancy and small things about ourselves. I offer lunch to you but you decline saying that you need to ...eturn to work as you are on your lunch hour. I hand you my business card with my number on it and tell you to call me when you have a free evening after work so that I can take you to dinner. Smiling, you accept as I mention to you that you are simply a gorgeous and beautiful woman in person. I mention that your legs look as sexy as I have. This was heaven, as I have tried this kind of stuff so many times with my wife, and she will have none of it, and here I was with a girl telling me she likes to have her throat fucked! Unreal. This went on for a few minutes: Me forcing her head down on my cock to the girth, and not releasing her until I was ready. She had tears streaming down her face, and her mascara was starting to run. "Don't make me look silly!" She said as she bowed forward for more cock. Silly? She looked beautiful. She. The waiting could be awful. Pupils were punished alone, which suited my rather liberal 'style' as we will see.I explained that the girls would be required to bend over a desk or the teachers large table. Or a dedicated punishment frame could be used. I myself had a magnificent antique punishment frame. Made of ash wood, adjustable beight and rather sturdy. But more later. I explained that the girl would either be required to remove her own knickers or the teacher would do it. I rather preferred. He can only stare at her longingly, his breathing heavier, as he watches her, and she tries to maintain some sort of confidence that isnt real. The only guy shes ever lapdanced for before, is John. And now, here she is, on his lap, pushing her breasts into his chest, as she blows softly over his left earlobe, and into his ear. She can hear him breathing onto her face, he is being a gentleman and not touching her, knowing she could grab the Bouncer at any moment if he did. She wants so.