Tuesday morning I drove to Larry's house to pick him up for work as I usually did. Larry lived with his older sister who I had not met yet. She raised...her brother after their parents died when Larry was just ten years old. He was usually already waiting for me sitting on his front stoop. He wasn't there that morning. I waited about ten minutes before I got impatient enough to go to the front door.I rang the bell hearing a faint 'ding dong' from within. I looked through the side glass next to. You lean in to kiss me, a passionate and erotic, sensual and sexy kiss. Your hands touch my face and neck, while you pull me close. Your tongue is soft and persistent. Your arms are holding me while your mouth is exploring me. My breasts, my back – ooh I love it when you lick the length of my back. I can feel you getting hard. You join me in the tub and I lean back, my head against your chest, and indulge in the comfort of your arms wrapped around me. You run your fingers through my hair, kiss. I just needed something different in my life."Anyway, one day I was particularly hard on one of my students and she complained. Well, Mistress–or I should call her Ms. Putnam, because I didn't know her as Mistress then–called me into her office to talk. I broke down and told her everything."I told her how I was married, but I wasn't getting all I needed for it. I loved my husband, but I wasn't happy. And that's when she let me into her world. We started off as two bisexual women just having. . still on speaker.“Yup ... that’s her. Whatever she wants.”“Yes, Ma’am ... anything.”Disconnect. Dial tone.“How much?”“Five grand?”He wrote out a note.“Sure ... take this to the teller. Pleasure doing business, Miss Flintkote.”The teller had to go to the vault ... the little one ... the big one is on a timer.“Okay ... it’s beer thirty. I have developed a taste for hoppy malt ... but just one, the vitamins in good beer is good for little Mary...” I patted my belly.Missy said, “I’ll just go home.