Until afterwards, of course. Then I’m all warm and wet and longing." Mark knows just where my turn off is," Terry admitted wryly. "My fire burns a l...t longer than yours. But if he wants to he can put it right out and make me howl." She looked up suddenly. "Y’know, if he discovers us here he might just do that." She grinned confidingly. "I have to admit it, but Mark control me utterly. I’m like some musical instrument he plays. He can extract whatever he wants from me. I respond. His power to. I like Cherie and you know how I feel about you. I’ve never hidden that. I’d worry a bit about Cherie though. She seems to be avoiding me.”“She is a little jealous because you and I are spending too much time together and of course I take your side in every conversation. I don’t try to do that. It just works out that way.”“Maybe it would help if we disagreed occasionally, on purpose of course.”“Yes, I’ve tried but it just seems that we think too much alike. It’s fucking terrible isn’t it that. Oren spoke."Paul, can you stay for a moment? I'd like to speak with you for just a minute." Uh...uh...mmmm." My conversational skills were cranked up to full power.So instead of doing the slide for the door here I was stuck face to face with Ms. Oren. I had zero designs on her tender young body. I was old school and my fantasies were spent (or wasted) on my contemporaries. Most of the female teachers could pull a plow, with there being just a few exceptions such as Ms. Oren.As I stood there by. She desperately wanted to please him. “Take off your skirt. Now,” said James. He watched as she slowly unzipped the side of her short skirt and let it slide to the floor seductively. James looked at her naked legs, the small gap at the top of her thighs tempted him, but he knew he had to remain in control. “Now, the shirt.” Her face blushed crimson as she undid the buttons one by one. The first sight of her black-lace bra caused James’s cock to stir a little. The baggy shirt had hidden her.