” I beamed with pride, but I didn’t know why.Hands ran over me. Not of the Mistress, but someone else. I didn’t quite know how to respond. “It...��s OK, slave. Let her touch you. I’m here, it’s allowed.” Despite myself, I instantly calmed and let the stranger caress me. Her hands weren’t as soft, not as young. Her voice was that of an older woman. “You did this all in a night? I’m impressed.”“Thank you. The key is the blindfold. You keep him dependent on you…and he will learn how important you are. "Better let that out!" Hmm?" Take off your shorts and lie down here on the mat."Like I was going to argue! I dropped my trou & undies as fast as I could and I then stretched out on the mat. Marisa grabbed her white flats from the counter walked around and stood over my head, with her toes touching my shoulders. As I looked up at her I could see her pussy was very wet. She leaned forward, making eye contact and said, "Don’t come in my mouth." She then started her descent to me, with her knees on. She had approached her, the girl leaning back against the wall, putting her jacket on. She had met her eyes warily, and she stopped in front of her. Her friends were going out the door, all but forgetting about her, they were all too drunk. "Come home with me," Cat had said softly, her finger going up her side, touching her hip. Their faces were close, their lips nearly touching. The girl had not said anything, her eyes wide. She then laced her hand in hers and she had followed her out the. “Mr. Masterson, please pay attention to the class for once,” Mrs. Kline said.Just then the bell rang out its soothing tone.“Okay, now you all have a good weekend and don’t forget to study for the chapter test on Monday, Jay would you please stay for a minute,” Mrs. Kline said, giving me an upset look.After all the students have left the class, you walk over to Mrs. Kline's desk, who was finishing some last minute math work. You take this time to examine Mrs. Kline from your position. Mrs..