‘Don’t stop with your mouth boy. Use your fingers and your mouth. Give me all you’ve got..’ I took a deep breath and dove back in, licking, su...king, nibbling and strumming like a one-man band and soon my performance was rewarded with a shuddering orgasm. I continued to lick and stroke until she cried out, ‘Stop. Stop. You’re killing me.’ That was certainly a commandment that I didn’t want to violate so I stopped. She sighed and said, ‘I think the earth moved.’ I laughed and said, ‘I don’t know. Though she said she didn’t need anything; on my persistence, she purchased some clothes for her.Then I took her to a women’s garment shop and asked her to purchase a jean and top for her. She was shocked and asked, “Mamayya, why for me? I won’t wear these..” she protested.“Veena, I know you won’t wear these.But you see you have such a beautiful body and these suits you well. You can wear them at least at home and you can surprise my son when he comes home.” I convinced her.She hesitantly. Once started, it was a difficult habit to completely quit cold turkey.She started looking around. She wanted a younger male for her first actual student and she realized the people that could afford her spankings were not likely to be young. She thought she might be rationalizing it to herself, but she knew what she wanted, and a middle-aged man wasn’t it. One possibility presented itself fairly quickly. A fellow came by, young, and thin, with an easy smile she liked, who wanted to mow her. ‘I hope you don’t mind me helping myself. These smell so good, I can’t resist.’ Steve passed her a paper napkin and she held that in her hand and patted it on her mouth when she had finished the second piece. She closed her eyes and said, ‘If the rest of the meal is as good as this, I’ll have an orgasm … Ooops! Sorry, I didn’t mean that,’ she blushed. ‘I was hoping you did,’ he said looking at her with a quick smile. ‘A chef always wants some evidence that his food is enjoyed. That would be.