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A paddling after Sunday school.

As you awoke, your brain was foggy. The accompanying splitting headache was the least of concerns as you felt a crushing weight on your chest.

I dare say the well wrapped tape gag you were enduring didn’t help in your desire to breathe. As you tried to focus through cloudy eyes, the shimmer of red was all you could see. You looked up and saw Miss Hall, the demure teacher from your son’s school staring down at you, her expression cold as ice.

The last time you were in each other’s company was at the parent’s evening. A difference of opinion turned into a blazing row about your boy’s less than ideal behaviour. Miss Hall was laying the blame at your feet while you passionately defended yourself. The confrontation was quite a spectacle until you ended it by criticising her educational ability and called her out on her flirting with you earlier in the year. Humiliated, she stormed out of the school and you turned to the headteacher and carried on your tirade.

On the following weekend, you saw Miss Hall in the local coffee shop and you apologised for your actions. She was calm and said she understood your point of view, but the accusations of her conduct earned her a suspension and possibly more. You felt wretched and promised to go to the headteacher and take it all back, pleading her case. Miss Hall smiled, her serious and studious look softer once she took those glasses off. She was actually very pretty and those pale blue eyes hinted at something a little more as you flirted gently with each other…..

The afternoon turned into evening as you spent more time in her company, before the unexpected invitation to her house for a few drinks. And this is where we pick up the tale. Having changed into something more appropriate, Miss Hall’s leather thighs are resting on your sternum, her hot pussy inches from your well packed and taped mouth.

Her persona of concerned educator has now been replaced by a vengeful bitch who’s going to make you suffer, before you beg the headteacher to lift the suspension. You should relax, she’ll make sure you leave relatively unscathed….besides, what’s better than a sexy girl repeatedly rubbing her leather crotch over your face?

Just take a breath if you can.

Let me repeat: aren’t you, honey ?