I bent over his wide desk and lifted my skirt—they weren't supposed to touch us except with objects—exposing the seat of my white cotton panties. ...t was a typical school uniform, navy skirt, white blouse, white knee socks, Mary Janes. We looked like drones running up and down the halls on our way to class."For every blow, you must say an act of contrition." Yes, Father."I waited, my heart hammering in my chest. I wasn't afraid of it anymore, but there was a sick sort of anticipated dread anyway. They never leave me.As the night winds down, I’ve made my way over to his side of the table. I know that tonight is the night I have him in me. We talk and we are both a tiny bit buzzed whereas my husband is blitzed. “Lets dance” I tell my boy. He grabs my hand and we walk out to the dance floor. It’s a cumbia and he holds me close to him. His big hands above my ass. I can feel him feeling around the back of my garter. My nipples get really hard as I press up against his stomach. He’s so much. I claimed we could not take the cruise on the next week and then he told me that I could go alone by myself. I still could enjoy it.I drove Victor to the airport and some hours later I boarded the cruise ship.By the third afternoon on board, I was working out in the gym when I spotted a tall, handsome black man in his forties, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in loose workout clothes, but as he was sitting on a bench, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom. ‘Everything’s going to change now, you know,’ she told her. I nodded. ‘I know,’ I said, placing my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her lips down to mine, kissing her gently. ‘Thank you.’ ‘You’re welcome,’ she replied, with a smile. I rose and began to dress. She watched me, as if trying to memorize my every move. After I was dressed, we left the cabin and walked to her house, which was only a few blocks away. Once we reached her front porch, I pulled out my cell phone and dialed.