Chapter 4The weekend became a torture for me. I could not get my mind off ofPaul, so young, so exotically muscular, so full of worship for me as awom...n. When I got home, I laid down on my bed, my sweaty body stainingthe comforter, my fresh vagina still sticky with Paul's sweet juices.The animal smell was so intoxicating; I hesitated to take a shower. Oh, this was so wrong. I was violating every rule in the book. Paul was17, and he was my student. I envisioned headlines as my firing. I had not grown appreciably since our encounters began, but she could still put both hands on my cock and balls.Confused as to what she was talking about, I froze and watched her.She leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock, gently. He lips were warm, and I could tell that her face was flushed and radiating. She continued to kiss the head and the shaft, moving her hands out of the way as she moved from one place to another. My cock felt so hard that I thought it would explode from. Fiction. Make-believe. Fantasy. The work of idle hands, someone trying to spell the tedium of the workday. Sorry, but thanks for your note anyway.Touch* To: TouchOfGray From: A.M. Subject: Your charadeCher Touch,I suppose I should at least find some solace, if not take some pleasure, in your compliments regarding my prose style. But after reading your stories and then so recently seeing your reply hit my inbox, I guess was hoping for recollections and fondnesses more carnal in utterance if not. So if he ever comes over I want you to be extra nice to him." He said that he thought I had a lot of potential to become a very nasty submissive wife for you, and that he was just the guy to give me the special training I needed. Would you like that? Would you like him to train me to be a 'hot submissive wife' for you?" She askedI looked at her. "Yes!" I said."Gooooood!" She said. "I have to admit, that really turns me on when he talks to me like that. He said that if I was going to be a good.