My one-eyed tool was rising as I released a gob of pre-cum into my jocks!“Why do we not proceed?” I suggested.“Oh,” she groaned, “I really c...uld do with a good massage. Let’s go to the boss’s cabin.”The bugger had a fantastic personal cabin, at least 500 square feet all to himself. I told Anabelle to check if there was any scented body oil in the boss’s toilet. She returned with a bottle and some fresh towels.“Excellent,” I looked approvingly at her. “We should send you to heavenly bliss. .Lynda had seen the look in the teachers eyes change, and age-old fe-male instinct had her recognise his look for what it was. Had her recog-nise that although he thought himself still in charge of the situation, he was not. She was...She blushed and looked at her feet, and Ryan had to strain to hear what she said next. 'Anything, sir,' she said, almost in a whisper, and then, looking up, repeated, louder, 'I'll do anything, Mr. Ryan. Anything to improve my grades.'Ryan felt his heart jump in. Packing took less than an hour because I always keep a "kit" ready to go. I live off of my pension and some investments I made while in the Army. Therefore I didn't have to check with a job or boss to see if I could have time off. It wouldn't have mattered; I would have gone to help my family no matter what a boss or supervisor said. I didn't have a wife to check with either.I had married a pretty young nurse after my second tour in Vietnam; she was a nurse in the hospital where I was. I'm close. VERY close to ejaculating; and so I let go of my small (but firm) cock shaft for a few seconds, and let the previous urgency settle down a little (it would so very easy to loose control at this point and blow my load---but I am determined to hold off for at least a little while longer).By now, my pre-cum has made most of my fingers wet and slippery, and I make only the slightest of movements over that special spot (that cleft) on the underside of my cock head; and even though very.