“You are a slut!” “even that boy!” “… We don’t get along with his family, how could you?!” “in a class full of students? You whore!�...� He would interrupt.Time passed and when the poor old man couldn’t take any more details, he rammed his cock into her sopping wet pussy and begun fucking her with deep fast thrusts that only served to bring her orgasm faster. Apparently my history has turned him on, Brianna thought with a smile.A few more thrusts and Brianna was shaking with the force of her. "Well I certainly have enjoyed my on-the-job training," I grinned up at him. My tongue teasing his glistening shaft.By the end of the day both of us were aching for completion, I longed to hear his voice call me to order. To be at his feet, ravishingly pulling at his jeans for my evening treat. Sucking his cock greedily dry, feeding my own insatiable hunger.This Friday was the usual mixture of high and low emotions, the taste of his cock in my mouth, and the knowledge of not seeing him till. Love your outfit. Would you like to watch me remove Roger’s dress boys?, she teases as sheathes away the hat. “I should have introduced my two boys first. This is Sarah and her man Roger, these are my boys Juan and Nigel, I think you already know they are gender fluid. They are both around twenty-years younger than us.”They are both very attractive boys, each wearing a matching earring. Nigel is a dark haired, hunky rugby player type with a tanned, muscly body dressed in a tight fitting. Without waiting for his words to set in, Sarah’s dad got up and started to walk out of Paul’s office. “Excellent work, I will inform the school to expect you tomorrow at 10am”.Before Paul could check his schedule, Mr Peters’ was gone. Paul took a breath and looked at Sarah – her apologetic eyes were back and they spent the next few minutes discussing how she felt about the situation and Paul spent most of that telling her that she could trust him and that he wouldn’t let anybody know about.