I’m not in the mood for anything. In fact, it’ll probably be a long time before I’m in the mood again if you’re going to disappoint me like th...s.?He looked at her angry face. She wasn’t kidding. Either he played the game her way or she was going to pick up all her marbles and go home. He had never heard the phrase, topping from the bottom, but he was fast learning its meaning. ?Get up on the horse.?She immediately stood up and began disrobing.He was getting harder by the second.She gasped when. His blood was pumping now and so he lost a little bit of control as he slapped her right tit. He stood back a little and watched her face – nothing. He could see the redness grow around her right orb and was getting more excited as he increased the pressure and pain he inflicted.He grabbed hold of Faith’s chin and looked directly in her eyes as he slipped his fingers down her throat. Gently at first and even when she struggled a little he kept pushing them further in. She gagged as he reached. A lot. Cindy pretty much couldn't get enough, and I was happy to comply. I figured, if someday we did slow down, I'd at least be satisfied that we'd fucked about 10,000 times already. And no, Cindy didn't have a down time each month. Something I got used to. OK, back to the story. The following Wednesday when I got home Cindy had a different look about her. "Ready for something different? I got a package in the mail today." When we got to the bedroom and undressed Cindy pulled out a new. She was a very bright young lady the type of student that any teacher would enjoy having in class. With her help we got the work done fairly quickly as we talked and listened to music. When we finished I looked at my watch and said, “how about if I take you to lunch?” She replied, “I’m not very hungry but you can come to my house and I’ll make you a sandwich, my parents won’t mind.” Being a teacher and always looking for a way to save money, I told her “that sounds great.” I followed.