'For work.''Did you see anything in particular?''No. I need square toed, flat heeled.''Black?''Or navy. In a six.'She left to retrieve the appropriate...shoes and in her absence I sat, trying to relax. She appeared again, too soon, and as she knelt before me, her dress rode up her legs to create a dark shadow between her thighs. The tension ground into my stomach.I shifted to a more comfortable position on the seat, tugging the hem of my dress down towards my knees, but my skirt lacked any Lycra. I can’t wait to find out.” Tony whispered in my ear and he twisted my nipples.I felt the surge of pleasure rip through me and I knew I was cumming soon. I lifted my head and opened my mouth. I heard a groan. “Baby girl, how do you feel about a big cock splitting open that little pussy? How do you feel about fucking a real man instead of those little school boys? You must have been quite the treat there at school. Did you fuck the whole football team yet, baby girl?” He whispered.His words. After a few more passages she ordered me to stand and read. I rose with beads of perspiration gathering at my brow and started to read. The English mistress knew her books. My passage was a particularly purple bit touching sympathetically upon a young virgin's first romantic intimacy and deflowering. Despite my fervent attempts to remain detached and dispassionate about the book my body started to respond. My reading became ragged and disjointed as I reacted to the script and my breath came in. Ignoring the pile of bills & junk mail on the floor, she walked purposefully into the living room, threw her bag on the sofa and headed straight for the bedroom, unbuttoning her white satin blouse as she walked unsteadily. She wondered if the young couple she had seen had made it as far as their bedroom. Maybe they collapsed together on the floor in the hallway as soon as they entered their place, him with his jeans around his knees, her below him, legs spread wide apart, grabbing his arse.