While I was in the back of the shop I took off my tank top and walked back to the front. She continued the conversation, as I got harder and harder. I...was grabbing my cock as she was talking in front of me. I walked back to the rear of the shop again and I was stiff and throbbing hard by the time I got there because I knew I was going to get naked in front of her. I took off my shorts and returned to the front. I stood there as she began to speak again, and I grasped my cock and began to. More fumbling. I felt the heft of a substantial cock against the small of my back, poking me.My heart pumped short and fast in my breast; I could not catch a breath; I feared I would faint. My knees were weak. I tried to speak, tried to tell him, but the lump in my throat was as large as the lump pushing against my ass. My cock was driven forward against the cold porcelain as the heavy body behind me asserted itself. My feet began to slip, but my knees were braced from behind by strong thighs.. Her cologne was very sensual and it gave me a huge hardon as I sat there every time she walked by me.I left class and came back to her room after the final bell had rung for the day. I started to open the door to Miss Wilson's classroom but as I pushed the door open, I could hear distinctive moans and sounds that made me stop and listen before I went any further. I stood there feeling my cock growing hard as I could hear a soft female voice rising and falling as though she was in the throes of. I tried the noose on for size often and laid down on the guillotine table, even falling asleep there on occasion. Just looking at the blade tempted me to just go ahead. But I was on a mission and had a plan. After about 6 weeks of training, I was in the best shape of my life and nicely tan. My wife would have approved. The human body is beautiful when sculpted carefully. I would be at my most hansom in death, slice open and soaked with blood. My body would be a tribute to my dead wife and to.