I guess both of them were feeling high and were quite excited having me along with them. They both were speaking in their language and laughing, which...I didn’t understand at all..! After a couple of minutes, Asheel sat very close to me and put his left hand over my shoulder and starting feeling my arms. Without any hesitation, he started kissing my neck and touching me all over with his right hand. The other one was looking behind and enjoying what Asheel was doing on me. It was not very. “Oi! I said look after him, not rape the poor boy.” Giggling, they retreated and went back to preparing themselves for their performances as if nothing had happened. Home. Once outside the club, Stella hailed a taxi and ten minutes later, he was sitting in her armchair sipping a cold beer. “You’re not exactly worldly are you Jimmy?” It was a rhetorical question, but he answered anyway. “You’re not exactly the Office Manager right now either.” He had a knack. Her moaning became more intense as he used his fingers to explore the inside of her vagina. Cindy’s juices were really flowing now, and she started to buck her hips to meet the professor’s fingers thrusting fingers. She was moaning softly now as well, still too embarrassed to really cut loose but too worked up to remain quiet. Mr. Richter had his middle and fourth finger shoved up the tight young pussy of his student, but now it was time to teach her something new. He removed his fourth. My heart jumped in my chest and my cock throbbed. I barrelled through the door, almost kicking it open, and stopped dead in my tracks. There she was, the ultimate sexy teacher stereotype. An unusual image in a university like ours, but no one would comment or complain, I’m sure. She sat on the table in the centre of the room, her feet dangling a few inches from the floor. She wore small heels over dark stockings. Her long, elegant legs were crossed and one foot idly tapped. I followed her.