It is very late at night at a traffic light. It shows a red phase. A single car, coming out of the darkness, drives to it and stops at the stop line with a high, shrill, squeaky whistle. A strikingly heavily make-up, elegantly provocatively dressed up, mature, hydrogen-blond middle-aged lady sits at the car control and looks in the direction of the traffic light. Her red lipstick sparkles brilliantly red through the car windshield and into the dimly lit night atmosphere, while the engine of her car peeps in front of her in a quiet idle cycle. Night time is bedtime. So one thinks ... until t...

It is very late at night at a traffic light. It shows a red phase. A single car, coming out of the darkness, drives to it and stops at the stop line with a high, shrill, squeaky whistle. A strikingly heavily make-up, elegantly provocatively dressed up, mature, hydrogen-blond middle-aged lady sits at the car control and looks in the direction of the traffic light. Her red lipstick sparkles brilliantly red through the car windshield and into the dimly lit night atmosphere, while the engine of her car peeps in front of her in a quiet idle cycle. Night time is bedtime. So one thinks ... until the sudden silence of the dark night suddenly breaks up with the howling engine noise and loud booming music the night silence. A new chic sports car with four young men is standing next to the lady's car. They hoot and roar. Wink at her and make some inviting, as well as almost obscene, hand signals to her. At first the elegant lady got a fright. She is a high school teacher and thought at first that she was recognized by the students she teaches during the day. But mistake. There are other, still wildly pubescent young men who visit other, unknown schools. Probably sons of wealthy parents. After she had overcome the first fright, she shows her whole dominance and shows them with a few harbingers a prickly evil eye who is in charge here. The villains' laughter disappears from their faces like a sudden summer storm. And since the traffic light has long switched to green light, the high school teacher, dressed as a very sexy dominatrix, with her pointed, daring 11cm high, thin heeled, patent leather pumps shiny black in the night light, fully depresses the accelerator pedal. The tires are spinning. Smoke rises as she quickly releases the clutch pedal with her left nylon leg, rocking at lightning speed ... and disappears suddenly in the deep darkness of the night with a howling engine and shrill tires. By the time the young men understand what is happening to them and how they are doing here, the traffic light is red again ... =))) Yes, at night she is a usually provocative car-driving dominatrix, who earns her money as a high school teacher during the day, but needs a little more so that she can master her single life better. She visits a client outside of the city. Late at night. Well chosen. Discretion is required. Always and everywhere. Every hour. And we are lucky enough to be allowed to sit next to her, to look at her beautiful nude-colored sexy smooth, lush high school teacher nylon thighs, how they move up and down with both legs in the cradle of the many multiple switching operations and almost from the short, extremely tight black sinful dominatrix miniskirt be hindered. We look into the gloomy footwell, which is only lit up again and again by the nightly fireworks of light and which makes the black, pointed high-heeled, violently lively pedal-pumping patent leather pumps sparkle brilliantly through the darkness. We observe small, short sections of her beautifully make-up face of view, which, in the dark, shows the fun of driving a car, smiling slightly. The same smile that afterwards she lived out in the desired sadism and fetishism of the clients with pain and intimate pleasure. The price is a matter of negotiation. You pay in advance. Then it goes to the temple of desires and suffering. She is a dominatrix. One of many. She is the queen for one night and the fulfillment of countless dreams of men, while the day breaks and she behaves well and modestly in normally covered, elegantly worn office high school teacher clothing, glasses, hair clips and always the same strict, high hairstyle with her clattering noises more and more high and thin stiletto heels stumbled through the long endless school courses early in the morning. She is a completely normal female teacher with a school class of young and young men and young women. One of many. And just one of many with a small, dark, closely guarded, secret nighttime shadow existence.