My breathing was becoming erratic as I lifted my eyes off Jan’s head to look around us to make sure that no unwanted visitors pulled into the parkin... lot and then she pushed a finger into my arse as she increased the pace of her head bobbing up and down sliding the finger in and out around and around bringing me to boiling point, I let loose with the biggest load shooting it deep into the back of her throat, Jan swallowing profusely to keep up with the pace of my ejaculation so as not to spill. She did not like the pain, but she admitted that it made sense: in order to prevent the teachers from becoming information junkies, sitting like huge panoptic spiders anywhere in the College, completely consumed with slicing and dicing tables of tables of numbers into exciting patterns and visualizations, a very simple rule made the information payable with pain. The more a teacher wanted to see at a given time, the more it hurt. More pixels, more bits, more ouch. Miss Ross was not a masochist,. A hand tightens on my wrist. I fling my eyes open to be greeted by deep brown irises. ‘Did I say you could touch yourself?’ His tone is chiding, ‘such a naughty girl Lucy. Not doing as you are told, you need to be punished.’ My breath shortens at the prospect. His hand travels up my arm and reaches around to the fastening on my bra, a gentle pressure before the straps start to slide down my arms. My bra falls to the floor and my large breasts are freed to George’s gaze. His hands palm the. ?I notice the two of us are a lot a like, dear.? Lois said with a smile as she pointed at the remains of removed nail polish from Paul?s fingers. As Lois raised the bottom of her dress, Paul saw a familiar bulge behind her panties and hose. ?You also like to dress up as a woman.? ?I only do it when I?m alone in my dorm room.? Paul admitted. Even though he felt embarrassed about being caught, he raised the hem of his pant leg and revealed a pair of average back hose underneath. ?I do enjoy.