Claire’s wavy brown hair covered her face from his view as she bowed her head. She was surprised at his sudden rough side and began to wish she’d ...ust ‘fessed up to the head instead. ‘Please?’ She squeaked. ‘Oh come on Claire. That’s no way to beg. Now, try again. Put some meaning into it.’ She took a deep breath and tried again, ‘Please. Please, Mr Sunderland? Oh, please.’ He chuckled to himself, feeling his cock strain in his pants again. He knew she’d be this submissive. Just the type he. He was not there, so she leant against the wall to wait for everyone to arrive. It was a little puzzling as she looked at her watch for the fifth or sixth time, it was nearly six, and Mr Smith had not yet arrived, he was always punctual. Michelle began to wonder if it was the right classroom, she was sure because Mr Smith repeated it more than once. Just then a tall, middle-aged well-built man in a track suit came around the corner.“You girl, why are you waiting outside that classroom?” he said. “I want to watch you get fucked by a man dressed the way you are, will you do that for me too”, she questioned? He replied, “As long as I am lying on my back and you’re sitting on my face holding my legs spread, sucking and stroking me”. “Mmmm, I love your mind you kinky a****l”, and she went on, “I’ll do that and more I’ll let another woman sit on your face while I ride you, or any combination you desire, two, three women at once, just tell me all, but most of all tell me I’m yours”. He. My hard nipples poked through the thin material of my top. We were both breathing heavily. Ben’s face was in a snarl, inches from mine. It should have been scary and intimidating, but it didn’t affect what I was feeling. I couldn’t suppress it. I couldn’t hide it any longer. I wanted him. I needed him. All he had to do was persuade me and here I was, panting like a cat in heat. The tension, the fight, the hot blood, the raw power in his eyes turned me on like crazy. I bit my bottom lip, grazing.