I sat there dreaming about us having sex when i realised my laptop wasn’t working. I was devestated, i relied on my laptop so much and now i couldn�...�t use it. I sat there completely lost wondering what i was going to do now and how i was going to satisfy myself without the help of porn videos. I ran down stairs to find my mum but remembered her and dad were going to be out all night. There was no way i was going to spend a night home alone without watching porn or talking to my sexy older man.I. I’ll walk with you.”“What about your car?”“I’ll walk back later and get it. It’s not far.”“Fine. I’ve got to get my stuff first.”We didn’t talk at all on the way back to the common room, or on the way out of the building. I was still angry and she could probably sense it. I don’t know if she was waiting for me to speak first or if she didn’t know how to start.“I got warned off you again on Monday night,” I said.She didn’t answer.“I told him it didn’t matter since we didn’t seem to be friends. She was his Senior Mistress, eager to learn what benefits accrued from her new responsibilities. First she had to shower and wash so her husband could not smell her reeking of sex. To him, she was just a wife grateful for the meagre boring sex he gave her once a week if she was lucky. Never saying no, always making him cum, never complaining about being unfulfilled.After her shower, she put on a tight dress emphasising her tits and showing some thigh. She was goading her husband, challenging. "My God," he said very softly. "It's true." He showed no indication that he was going to remove his hand. "Satisfied?" I asked, grabbing his forearm. I moved off the arm of the chair and removed his still extended hand at the same time. "I hope you are because I'm getting very frustrated." "I'm sorry. Yes. I'm satisfied but I still can't believe it. You're beautiful!" From my position standing in the middle of the room, I smiled at him, took the step back to him, leaned over with my.