The day had been long and frustrating; my students ornery-and resentful towards learning anything. However, I knew all would be well. He and I would be alone and together. He would be there to hold me and soothe my frazzled self. I opened the door anticipating his touch, and how his beautiful cock would feel, filling me the way I needed.
I unlocked the door and walked in, calling out. But he was not there. It was six o’clock and we had a date. The house was empty. As I stood in the messy living room, I checked my phone-there was a voicemail message: “Sweetface, I will be late; I have a lot of things to finish here”.
There was no mention of our night...
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