Prim and proper primary school teacher and mother of two by day,
sometimes Sassy just likes to get a little, well, sassy....
She apologised profusely as she looked up at him through her lashes. At times he knew he could be harsh, but as he looked down upon her, he softened. Her breasts were, after all, magnificent, and he desired them soon, to suck, to bite, to roll those nipples in his mouth once again.
Smiling shyly she opens the door, biting her lip in anticipation of what is to come.... They had been conversing for a while now and their exchanges had become increasingly suggestive. The build-up, the expectation, was delicious, and upon seeing him for the first time, standing in the moonlight on her front porch, she was not disappointed.
Home For Lunch
Living so close to the office, he would often come home for lunch. Sometimes he would make up random excuses, but they both knew it was simply for her.
The Pleasure of Pain
There were times when he was watching her that he became so distracted he forgot what he was doing. And sometimes this was a problem. Like the time he knocked a cup of scalding hot tea into his lap, or the time he'd forgotten he was running her bath and nearly flooded the bathroom.
She knew how much he loved to watch her as she went about her morning routine. Wearing little but a towel, she deliberately allowed him teasing glances as she leant over him, or bent before him, but she always kept her distance, just out of arms reach, knowing that if he touched her, their perfectly choreographed routine would come crashing to an end and neither would get to work on time.