Kind of out there, more like an industrial/ warehousing area in the middle of nowhere. I found the business, nervous to the point I could hardly walk,...I approached the front door. A sign read, deliveries in rear. The door was locked. I drove around back of the building and pulled up to a delivery door. Parked and walked into a small office. Mark was standing there smiling and said, "Rita?" That is my name I liked in my dressing fantasies. Hi I said extremely nervously! He said relax, sit. He. “Well?” I said, “Do I look safe enough to take home?” A little smile formed on her lips and a giggle escaped. “To work on my computer? You look respectable enough. Follow me.” I jumped into my car and we were on the road and at her apartment in five minutes. We chatted about the town she lived in as we entered her apartment. In the light of her kitchen, I was able to get a good look at her. The clothes she was wearing weren’t flattering at all. They were loose and frumpy, the typical clothes. .best years of your life...” before she fell deeper in to her fantasy. She pulled her thong over and started to slowly rub her clit, and she was surprised at how new it felt. The shockwave it sent through her body was like nothing she had ever felt before; her body physically tensed with the pure intensity of the ecstasy it sent through her. This man was doing strange things to her already. She began rubbing her clit faster and faster, her breathing began to become heavy and laboured as red. When I got to class, all I could think about was fucking. I wanted to fuck whoever was down to get fucked. For this reason, I decided to sit at the back of the class, in case Mr. Rowwe did not give us time to fuck as Mrs. Clark had done. Mr. Rowwe was a young teacher, roughly 24 years old. He was tall and handsome, with a beard and hair down to his shoulders. His dick was flaccid, but even then it looked tasty wrapped in his brown skin. Having fucked one of my teachers this morning, the thought.