Your gaze penetrated my stare. Beautiful red polished nails raked the insides of your smooth tanned thighs as you teased me, and fueled your own naugh...y desires. I wasn't sure if you were exacting a punishment on me, or giving me an invitation to round two. One thing was sure, you had my full attention. It was impossible to stop watching you as your two middle fingers slipped deeply inside you. Your back arched, tossing your head forward hard enough for your hair to cover your face and you. " So you're working then twenty four hours a day? Is that necessary?" These will be the core of our school. Once they are ready then we'll be able to teach more. These few will become the future Masters of the Art here on Earth. Aristotle is giving heavy hints that we're going to need them in the future, but he won't tell me what for." I said."Can't you make him; he's supposed to be your creation after all." Nichole said.I gave a laugh, "Not at all, Aristotle's been around since man started. He’d unzipped quietly and I hadn’t even noticed. I tried pulling my hand away but he just held it there, staring to the front. Frantically, I looked around, but the three people who were sitting ahead of us didn’t suspect a thing. “Please don’t do this,” I whispered. “I’m not like that anymore.”He finally turned his face to me, smiling softly. “Yes, you are.” He looked back to the front, moving my hand slowly up and down on his cock. It was so big. Warm. Throbbing in my small hand like it was. That's when he hit me.SMACK! I cried out in pain as the heat started to build on my ass. But it didn't happen just once, or twice, but four times. Twice for both cheeks. I was afraid to look back. To see his face or the look in his eyes. I was worried one little move that wasn't asked for would land me another hard smack on my backside. But I was surprised when I felt his hand cupping my mound, rubbing it gently. The pressure of his hand felt so good after what I had just received. "I didn't.