During the class period, Tiffany flashes her pink panty clad pussy and the top of her breasts. Tiffany does this by simply dropping her pen on the flo...r, then leaning over to pick up the pen. The class period flew by and I was hoping Tiffany would stay behind. As the students exit the room at the end of class, Tiffany lags behind and is the last to leave. She turns, blows me a kiss as she flips up her skirt, showing me her ass and leaves.At lunch, Tiffany continues to tease me with quick. Not a pleasant sight. I ask to see Bert.“Do you have an appointment?” she asks. “Monsieur Bert only receives by appointment.”“No, I don’t…”“Well Ms. Then you cannot see him”Using my voice of command, which carries across a parade square I tell her, “Get that miserable piece of shit out here now.”“Certainly not,” she answers. “Who are yo…”Her comment ends abruptly as I lift her up, anticipating with joy and launching her against the far wall.I pause as a guy who is dressed in gold lame skin suit. Fortunately, because of the hat and glasses and her stretched out position, she did not think that the crowed noticed anything that her shifting slightly. Thank god she didn’t cry out.Angela was not sure what her sex was doing, but it was definitely being turned on. Perhaps it was the humiliation of knowing what was happening in front of all of these people. Perhaps it was the fact that she had become nothing more that one of her own displays. A dummy staring out at the world, or perhaps it. It was a halter dress, exposing my entire back showing off my lower back tattoo (aka tramp stamp) nicely. The hemline barely covered the ‘goods’, and the neckline plunged down almost to my navel. I chose a pair of hot pink stilettos to go with it. I showered, applied make-up, and straightened my short nearly black hair, put on a black lace thong, and then the dress and shoes. I admired my appearance in the mirror. A few spritz of perfume and I was ready to go. I texted her as I arrived at the.