The excellent scotch had made me very calm and relaxed as I sat on the sofa seat my bulge was still there and my cock was lying still as if sleeping. ...ithin a few minutes Susan returned wearing a light cream colored silky dressing gown that followed her figure and was wrapped around her. My eyes were glued to Susan as she walked casually over and sat close to me on the sofa. I love to feel relaxed in silky clothes she said and sipped on her drink. Slowly she started to talk about love making. Right when I should have been pissed off and ready to fight, I found myself giving in and my sense of everything around me was gone except for the hands on my head and the cock in my mouth.The first thing I noticed was his musky smell even though it was a clean smell. In the current condition of his cock, it fit completely inside my mouth with his balls resting against my chin. Then I felt his cock starting to grow and get harder and I thought how different but good his cock felt as it was. Now that I could no longer see her I could not react to each stroke, and by spacing them out by anything up to a minute apart, Mrs Cameron was able to administer the rest of my punishment with deadly efficiency. The maximum penalty in schools may have been six strokes at the time, but I got f******n in total that day, with Mrs Cameron explaining after eight, that she was no longer bound by any regulation, and behaviour as outrageous as my own deserved a very severe punishment. On completion, my. I intoduced them to a game that a few party buddies and myself came up with some years ago. I really found out who had the dirty mind and who did not. Chrystien, slightly older than myself was rather nieve about a lot of things sexually. Layrn on the other hand knew a lot, but she admitted that she had not had the privledge of experincing most of what she had heard about (she was about 10 years younger than me.) Both had mentioned that thir husbands were a bit old-fasioned and did not like to.