A Mature Teacher

After a terrible breakup I found myself a new home. A former teacher of mine became my new landlord, and neighbor. She was living on the bottom floor of her house, I was living on the top floor.

A few weeks after me moving in we discovered that we shared a certain passion: She loved calling the shots a lot. And I loved being dominated. By the looks of it we were made for each other, and she more than helped me to forgot about my ex.