I garnered my courage and told smallz to go sit back at his desk. He then said to me oh you don’t like black boys. To which I responded no I like bl...ck boys I like black girls I like black women I like black men I like them all just fine. I just don’t like you standing here behind my desk. With that he just left the room. So now that I was alone in the room my thoughts focused on that rather large bulge that I had just seen. With nothing to do but sit there and think about it I wondered what. The bells rings scaring me, I jump, making her giggle, “It looks like we’ll be missing class. I’m not done with you,” her breath still hot on my neck. She begins to kiss my neck, her fingers sliding inside me now. A slow pace at first, working me until I’m panting for more. “Add-Addison, I've mmm, I've never done this before,” I confess, whimpering it out. I don’t want her to stop, because even though it is in school, it feels so right. I’m so turned on that I could lose my mind. “I’ll be. Applying a gentle pressure. She had answered my question. As I felt the pressure of her hands, I lower myself to my knees. Once on my knees I was looking at the cock I just sucked only minutes ago downstairs. I used the luffa to wash and clean her thighs and that beautiful cock. As I washed her, feeling the water running over her body. It was washing the soap away. I took off the luffa and ran my hands over her thighs and cock to wash away the soap. There I was on my knees staring at this. The heat from the dozens ofbodies packed into such a small area. The bump and jostle of a hip or breastfrom the women around her, herded together like cows in a chute. She had once beenowned by a Master with a ?cow? fetish. He had bought her a pump, fed her pills,made her lactate. He sometimes treated her as livestock, but at other times wasgentle and warm. She was young then, wanting to experiment more, and asked tobe released. Fingers tightening in her hair. Lostin the memory, she imagined.