I reached out to shake his hand, which practically swallowed mine. It felt like a surge of electricity when he touched me, and the contrast of his han... and mine was so beautifully apparent. I smiled back and replied, ‘Nice to meet you too…Sir.’ He gave me a grin while my mom had a puzzled look of shock on her face as if she was surprised at my reaction. He put his arm around her, and they walked into the kitchen. Trying to keep my eyes on them, I heard some brief chattering. They poured some. ”“Uh...” How was getting blown not my reward?But I stood and undid my jeans. I was supposed to be in my computer class right now, but this was so much better. Mrs. Hemlock was so hot. Her blue eyes sparkled as she watched me shove down my pants and my underwear.My sticky cock popped out. My mother's juices still hadn't fully dried on me. Mrs. Hemlock breathed in and groaned with delight. Then she fell to her knees before me, her left hand sliding out of the purse balled up in a fist. Her right. Ja meesteres.Ik stap onder de douche was mij goed. Daarna haal ik de plug uit mijn reet en was de plug ook goed schoon. Na mij goed afgedroogd te hebben loop ik naar beneden. Doe de deur op en zie mijn Meesteres op de bank zitten. Wat denk jij wel niet klootzak. Heb ik gezegt dat je de plug uit je reet mocht halen. Nee meesteres mijn excuus. Ik probeer de plug weer snel ik mijn reet te stoppen. Dacht het niet zei ze, kom hier met de plug. Je hebt het verbtuikt. Ze gooide de plug in de hoek en. I was laughing so hard and she wouldn’t stop. ‘Answer my question? Do you or don’t you? Do you love me or not?’ ‘Come on, give me an answer. I won’t stop till you tell me.’ Her hands were constantly moving and I was laughing so much that I could not stop her. Finally I gasped ‘Yes, yes I do.’ She stopped and asked, ‘You do what?’ Still trying to catch my breath, I didn’t answer right away. Sooo, she began tickling again. ‘You do what? Tell me, you do what?’ Still being tickled and laughing.