My desires to pleasure, love and worship cock, so strong, my urges and needs to feel submissive and used overwhelming. Even if I didn’t fully know o... understand it. I had a few encounters with other boys, mostly pretending to be clumsy and drunk, afraid to show my true desire to just fall to my knees and make them cum. It was at my my first job that I met a co worker named Cheryl. Older, Cheryl was nice looking but not beautiful. Thin framed, with long, dark hair, usually in a pony tail and. “ I don,t feel embarrassed with you at all Margaret” I said reaching out and holding her hands “ I love it that you really know what I look like and……what effect you have on me.” I said gesturing down to my cock.I slowly pulled her hands towards my proud stiff cock, and she put her hands on my hard on and gave out a sigh of pleasure and oh so slowly started moving her gripped hands forwards and backwards. I started massaging her shoulders as she looked transfixed at her hands round my cock and. ” She obeyed, rubbing it slowly onto the top half while biting her bottom lip. The base of his mushroom shaped head was circled with a thumb and then the top and urethra. Another trail of spit strung over it as she sat up and delivered.“Is that good?” she asked looking up at him with full forest-green eyes and licking her puffy, ruby red lips.“Did I say you can speak?”“No sir.”“What happens when you don’t do what I tell you to?” he asked, raising both eyebrows and leaning forward.Without saying. You will then be directed to the detention classroom.”Miss Hargreaves went up to the reception desk and the receptionist, clearly dressed as a teacher, said, looking at the computer screen, “I see your wish is to be caned. Good choice, Smith. The detention classroom is over there so go and find yourself a desk, and don’t forget to be a good girl.“Miss Hargreaves smiled at the receptionist and, not knowing her name, replied, “Thank you, Miss,” realising how easy it was to be respectful to any.