Kelly was watching and smiled at me. "You obviously like smelling girly."I felt my cheeks burning with shame as I washed.Once the shower was finished,...Kelly led me back to the room I had sleptand had me sit down on a stool. Over the next hour she instructed me inthe finer points of putting on makeup. Firstly the foundation, which hadbe applied evenly and used to enhance the shape of my face. Then I learnthow to apply eye shadow, mascara, lip liner, lipstick and so on. Once Ihad finished putting. Even to the point of trying to pay attention yourself. The class, a mixture of senior boys and girls, would much rather joke around and play on their phones.You notice your teacher wiping her brow, then quietly pleading to the class to try and focus for the remaining half of the hour. Her blue eyes meet yours, seeming hopeful to have at least one student listening to her.Stacy Bickler was one of the younger teachers at Westside High. Her face, and body for that matter, looked younger than her. “Oh yeah, mister, fuck your little girl. Fuck me up my ass and fill me full of your man cream. I want to feel your hot sticky cum in my little girl asshole. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed, pushing herself down.I lost it, shooting my cum deep into her ass as she screamed and thrashed on my lap. “Yes, mister, yes, fill me up, fill me up!” I came for what felt like forever and she came at least three more times, her body twitching uncontrollably. Finally she was still. She sat for a. “And Remas,” Beca agreed. “And next week we have Friday off school because of the teacher workday. Who wants to go to Chicago with Jacob and me to visit Joan?”“As a teacher, I have to participate in the workday,” Donna sighed. “Otherwise I’d be right with you.”“I have to work, too,” Nanette said.“Sophie?” Brittany asked. “Think we can talk Mom and Dad into the two of us going to Chicago with Jacob and Beca for the weekend?”“I don’t think it will be a problem,” Sophie said. “But, Cindy?”“No way.