"Miss Didactic," I said, and the other two looked at me. "It's just somethng to do with teaching," I explained, wishing I had kept my mouth shut. "Fro... Latin."“The little sods call me Fang,” Arlene confided and bared her front teeth to illustrate the point. “I'm with the younger ones mainly.”“So you're a teacher. What do you teach?” Tilly asked“Teaching assistant,” she corrected. “And I help with everything,” English, arithmetic, bit of geography. Home economics – that's cooking and. I wasn't noticed by him until he came into my work. I was wearing a white gypsy skirt and white lace tanktop when he walked in, took one look at me and claimed me as his. He and I began to hang out after school and work, his humor and kindness drawing me to him. His blue eyes shined seductively the afternoon he picked me up from work. I was wearing the same white gypsy skirt and tanktop that is my uniform, my silver bangles bouncing on my wrist as he came up the porch and hugged me. He asked me. I undid his jeans and removed them. We were down to only panties and boxers. Sam kissed me again and felt between my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties. They were already soaked. I slipped off my panties and tossed them aside as he removed his boxers. He picked me up and again lay me on the bed. He began kissing me as he climbed on top of me. I felt his mighty cock head at my entrance. My legs were spread and I wanted him inside of me. I raised my hips, letting him know I wanted him and. I was very surprised at how much I was enjoying notonly Jim's hard cock in my mouth, but also wearing lingerie, being toldwhat to do, how to do it, and when to do it. Being disciplined whenMistress was not pleased. Being submissive to Mistress, and her husbandJim, was very exciting.I think my excitement was magnified by Mistress's, and Jim's excitement.Even though there was no way I looked like a girl, they both seemedturned on, and pleased by me.I never would have thought getting caught.