The Instructress (Ch. 04)
Control the head, control the body. Head scissors and face sitting.
Donna smiled like a lovestruck teenager as Sam arrived for the next lesson. She hadn’t stopped thinking about their night together and beneath her kimono, she wore the same blue underwear that she had used to tease him at the hotel. “Yesterday was fun,” Sam smiled, discretely kissing her cheek. “I didn’t scare you off?” “No… but I still can’t escape your scent.” “Good,” she whispered excitedly, “Now line up!” The other t...