Looking to my left, I saw an expensive Coach pursehanging off the back of my seat. I found myself grabbing it, unzippingit, and pulling out some lip ...loss and a compact. Disregarding thelesson in class, I opened the compact and proceeded to touch up my lipswith a lightly pink and glittery coat. It made me feel a little betterto get something on my face.As the class ended, I went to the bathroom. Part of me wanted to go intothe boy's room, but my legs crossed over each other into the. I sat back, my pussy touching hers, and proceeded to play with her boobs, my hands squeezing her breasts until they were red and swollen. I could feel her getting wet, her juices mingling with the fluids seeping from my soaked pussy.I jumped off the desk, landing cat like at the edge of the desk. “I want you” she whispered” I smirked at her. Not bothering to speak my reply, I sank down so my head became level with her dripping pussy, grabbing her sopping clit in my teeth I pulled, teasing her. ”“What’s that?”“Slaves. Not cool.”“Oh?” I asked, keeping up my grin.Aaron uncrossed his arms and leaned down towards me. I watched as one of his hands came towards me. He poked me in the middle of the chest with one finger. The force was hard enough to knock me backwards.“Not. Funny.” He said slowly.I braced myself and took a step forward.“What would you do if there really were slaves in there?” I asked, gulping for air.“What kind of fucked up question is that?” He asked, his voice getting. I got up, a little confused but crossed the room and looked down at the naked woman. Umm, hi Ginger. I said quietly. Everyone laughed, except Ginger who just smiled at me. Mr. Miller said. Did my daddy ever have you with a girl cunt? I didnt really get the question, but there hadnt been any other girls so I shook my head. Give Ginger a kiss hello whore. I looked down, and Ginger smiled sweetly. Its ok honey, just a little kiss. She puckered her lips. I heard the men on the couch shift and one.