Talking to me... me!"Mr. Armstrong gave me your name, said you might be able to help me?" I saw she was holding a slip of paper, and recognized it as ... referral to one of the student tutors. I reached out and took it from her and quickly looked it over.I was never so happy for computer glitches. It had been two semesters since I'd been an active tutor for Mr. Armstrong's calculus class, but I still occasionally received tutoring assignments like this. Normally I would apologize and send the. ..I'm sorry!" I apologized profusely; thoroughly embarrassed at my behavior."That's okay, k**," he said with a note of calm understanding in his voice. As I looked up at him, I could see that although he was trying to make me calm and relaxed, the intense look of lustful urgency on has face was readily apparent. I could see that he really wanted my throat....badly. "Now let's just try that again." He pushed down on the top of his cock until the spit-covered knob slid easily back between my. “But I don’t want to stop daddy…I love your cock, it’s so big and thick. I can’t get enough of it. Mmm…let me have a taste of it, please?” I ask, purring. You shake your head but do not stop me from touching you through your trousers. I undo your belt buckle and slip my hand inside your trousers and grab your cock and start stroking you. “Now, Mary, I told you not to do that. I’ll have to punish you now” you say to me as you put your hand around my wrist and remove it from your trousers.I pout. Then it was time for a necklace and some sexy clip-on earrings. She made me look in the mirror and I hardly recognized myself. Except for my hair, I looked like the kind of pretty, made-up girl you see in pre-teen beauty pageants.Then mother drew me to her large perfumed bosom. "Oh darling," she said, "you look so pretty. You've got such a sweet, girlish mouth. You should have been a girl. Then we'd have so much fun dressing up and shopping clothes and shoes and getting our hair and nails done.