The next time I had Life Drawing, the teacher, Mr. Michaels, asked if I’d stay after class as he wanted to talk to me. I flashbacked to high school,...when being asked to stay after class never boded well. But this was art school and I hadn’t done anything wrong as far as I knew. Mr. Michaels was a good guy, though, and I didn’t think he cared if I was seen smoking on school property. His wife taught there too, sculpting, and they’d both been at the school forever. He really surprised me. “I was. He began to move his tongue around her head. It was not long before his mouth was around Jane's meaty member sucking as his head bobbed up and down. "Look at me while you suck my cock baby" said Jane in a soft voiceHe looked up and she was doing something that he hadn't expected. She was filming him with her Iphone; he instantly removed his mouth from her cock but continued to jack her off. "Hey c’mon now" he whimperedShe laughed in his face and said, "If you want that money you'll tell me you. She hated him more than anyone else in the world, so why did she care if he was sleeping with the maid? Her anxieties overcame her momentarily and for a second she feared the top of her head would fly off with the fire hot rage that was escalating inside of her. Before she realized what she was even doing, she had slapped the side of his face as hard as she could. He grabbed her before the next blow connected. He was ready to do some damage to her but he stopped dead in his tracks, remembering. She kissed the smooth skin of Marisa’ bald mons and worked her way to the warmth of the young women simmering slit. Marisa's was already soaking wet when Brooke mouth touched her. Brooke French kissed the wet opening and let her fingers play in the tight wet walls as she sucked and licked Marisa until she spread her leg like wings of a gliding bird and her pointed toes made little circles in the air as she screamed for more. “Oh yes! Brooke I knew you’d be good like this I knew it…aye aye Mommy.