Our college classes would start for the fall semester soon. It was good to live for a while without drama. When we signed up for our classes, we were ...hrilled with our schedules. We weren’t in any of the same classes but our schedules matched!We have continued to teach our Sunday school class with Melissa and Paul. The teens liked it and Pastor Jim wanted us to step up with them. He had decided that keeping the same teachers for the entire high school career was a good idea. Our class liked. "So, what do you think I should do for a birthday party?" I'm not sure, Jim," Patty said, pulling into the school parking lot. "I suggest you trust your instincts. Almost everything you do for Kristen screams to her how much you love her. You come up with great ideas and you instinctively do the one thing that only you can do best." Thanks for the vote of confidence," I said, smiling.Camille was waiting at the front of the school in her regular spot. She smiled as Patty and I approached. "Poor. I bent over and suddenly felt a huge bubble of air rush down to where the balls were, about to forcefully push them out. I quickly tightened my sphincter as hard as I possibly could, to keep them from shooting out, and they shifted a little back up, but not without letting out the biggest, loudest, wettest sounding sloppy fart I've ever heard in my life! I was so embarrassed that I started to run out, but the running was making the balls want to shift back down! I had to start power walking. The final touch that peeled back the hood on her clitoris and then lightly touched her, left Chantel gasping for air. Aisha had been trained well. She cooed and complimented Chantel continuously as she worked her magic and best of all was that she had no demands. There was no need to offer pleasure back to her. Aisha was just a tool for pleasure not a lover or a partner. Her skills had been bought and paid for and her needs were satisfied by service. When Chantel was sated and could take no.