We were talking about those teachers of whom we have seen their cleavage and all. We were saying about the teachers that taught us and Maya mam’s na...e came up.Maya mam was my teacher who taught me math’s in the eighth standard. After tenth, I changed my school.At the same time, she came and lived in a house near to this friend’s house. All I remember of her was that she was very friendly to me. I haven’t thought of anything like that about her. He started telling stories about her. Her husband. It went on for quite a few minutes, though to Mandy it seemed like forever, Suddenly, it was over, a cold spray of probably plastic skin. spraying the area. Relief, as she heard him clean up the tools and his hands, changing the gloves with that strange rubbery snapping and the clatter of the pedal bin, her mind saying; ‘ok its over let me up, and we can soon go!’ She heard the men whispering then John pulling the left lip once more and marking it with two dots of marker. She Felt a cold spray. I awoke about the same time as usual, but in rather a foul mood, partly because of my sleep being interrupted but more the reason for it. That it was a shopping day was something else that didn't help. Feeling more miserable and angry than ever, I trudged to my car before driving to the nearest supermarket and began that day's chore. I had just started to empty my shopping trolley on the conveyor belt when the cashier spoke to me.'This till has closed now, it's my break.' She said with total. I can hear a desk drawer open, something is happening. I fight the urge to turn around. Miss Laura is behind me again "Ok you can look now" I look and she's wearing a huge strap on. I gasp but turn to face the back of the classroom again and wait in anticipation.She rubs my pussy with the head of the strap on getting it wet. Then she runs it along my pussy as she did her fingers earlier. every now and then nudging my clit. The expectation builds in me, every time I feel her pull back to my.