She let out a throaty moan of celebration, my dick lodged to the hilt in her bowels.“Ms. Kim,” she groaned. “Oh, god, this is good.”“Good,�... I purred, my thumb rubbing slow circles on her clit, my fingers pumping in and out of her pussy. “I want you to explode. Savor your reward, slut!”“Yes, Ms. Kim!”I drew back my cock, dragging it through the tight friction of her bowels. Her asshole’s velvety delight clenched about my dick. Her hole sucked at me, trying to drag me back into those depths. She. Anderson had stopped talking. I looked up at him in time to see his eyes glimmer with intent. "You know what to do," He said sternly. "Yes sir," I replied almost too enthusiastically. That was my cue. I was supposed to stand and place my hands flat on his desk where he would then slap my knuckles with his cane. That however is not what I did. I took my punishment like one of the boys, not as an act of rebellion but because it was what I wanted, what I craved. Since he hadn't stopped me last. Instead of feeling tongue he pushed two fingers straight in and she nearly came in one go, jumping all over the bed while still trying to lick and taste his cock, she stopped him wanting to feel his cock inside her. She rolled him over and straddled his cock, pushing slowly down on him till she reached the hilt, as she slowly started to ride him she could feel the onslaught of her orgasm, just as he pulled her off him.She turned back to taste his cock, with her juices mixed in with his own,. Could she maybe live it out? On Friday, she was still torn, so she drove to his neighborhood early and looked at his house. It looked like a nice suburban house, hardly noteworthy. There was no car in the driveway, but there was an attached garage. The lights were on downstairs. As 8 PM approached, she'd decided that she would regret it if she passed up the chance, so at 8 PM on the dot, she walked through his front door.As she walked through it in her mind now, she started to think that maybe.