But Lois knew that Mr. Langston would tireof her after a few weeks, or perhaps a few months. The girl really wasthat pretty. She had no hopes of it be...ng more than a fling. Mr.Langston's career and success was tied into his marriage into theWeston family, and divorce was not an option for him. Even a long-termaffair could jeopardize his position.Lois had learned all that 25 years ago when she had been the prettyyoung thing given a position with the young fast-rising starexecutive. Their. After several hours of this exquisite torment Bethany told me, “You’ve been very patient, and I’ve been such a terrible tease, would you like to cum darling?”I nodded enthusiastically, and tried to say, “Yes please Mistress, pretty please Mistress.” But all Bethany heard was me mumbling into the nylon gag.“Very well, but I’m not sure you deserve it, I think you need to do something special for me, don’t you?”I nodded even more enthusiastically than before. “That’s settled then. If you do. His grip on my hair and his thrusting fingers were the only things holding me in place as the orgasm threatened to hit. I could feel my muscles clenching around his digits as he twisted them, I cried out as I came hard, my whole body shuddering with the release, a jet of warm liquid running down his arm and my legs. I heard him gasp, I knew he loved to see me squirt, especially as he was the only man who had ever made me do it. His hand paused briefly before hammering in and out of my cunt,. Still the car didn't move. What was he doing there, just sitting? Maybe looking at student's drawings? But we hadn't done any assignments yet. No papers to grade.I carefully inched my way closer. As I cautiously walked near the driver side door, I glanced in and was simultaneously shocked and incredibly turned on by what I saw. There was Mr. Kushna, pants pulled down around his ankles, masturbating intensely. He hadn't taken his cock out of his pants yet, but was dry rubbing himself over his.