Cameron. I asked, “Do you want my cock in your ass, Mrs. Cameron?”She lifted her head, looked back to make eye contact with me and surprising me, ...nd answered, “Fill my asshole with that big cock of yours.”“Shit, lube,” I sighed.“Just slam that cock of yours up my butt,” the hot teacher offered, moving her hands back and pulling her ass cheeks apart. Hearing my ex prim and proper no nonsense teacher talking so nasty was incredible hot.I needed no further motivation, turned on completely, as I. Suddenly, on the big screen behind us, images of the previous week’s fuck session came into shot. The sounds of me asking Jessica where she wanted my cum and the ensuing orgasms filled our ears and I could feel my cock start to bulge in my pants. Looking over at Louise, the bulge began to get larger, not because she was masturbating, but because the athlete was shell-shocked and in doing so had spread her legs to reveal a bare pussy with no underwear. This, at least, enabled me to get an idea. She also spoke of Tyler, not the retail magnate, but the young man who had started as a lowly shop helper and who got a break when his boss sent him to evening classes on his dime.It was a good speech and to the point, and Marsha received a round of applause. They stepped down from the stage and sat down at the table again.“Great speeches, both of you,” Danny told them, meaning it. “I got a book voucher from MAD, back in eighth grade. It was nice.”“You should have told me that,” Tyler said, but. But it ain't like that. It's just a bit of extra cash, like. I've never walked the streets or put cards in phone boxes or nothing. And I really enjoyed chatting with you today. We'll meet up again, won't we? Say yes. You don't know how much I mean it."Woz looked positively pathetic, her face reflecting a yearning expression that Wendy found oddly appealing. But Wendy had no plans of returning to the neighbourhood. What a slum! And whatever Woz said, providing sexual services for money seemed to.