My skirt had ridden up my thighs under my desk and without thinking what I was doing I was rubbing my right hand against my fanny through my knickers....Perhaps Miss Norman saw what I was doing under the desk; perhaps my facial expression gave me away; who knows? Suddenly her voice burst into my into my private world “Rachael! What on earth do you think you’re doing? Stand up girl!”I rose to my feet, frantically pushing my skirt down as I did so, but not with complete success because the hem at. ”“Yes Jeannie.”“ ... tonight I want us to sleep naked and make love orally.”“Are you sure?”“Hell yes I’m sure and I may not make it until bedtime either.” She laughed.“Good, we’ll take our baths early and go to bed then.”“Thanks Will, I need this, you’ll see.”“I need you too Jeannie, you’ll see too.”“Can I put a skirt on after dinner?”“You sure can, why?”“I want to show you my pussy, like Darlene did yesterday.”“You don’t have to do that, Jeannie.”“I know, Will. But seeing her do that looked so. My operator moved about the room, putting things away in a businesslike manner, gathering other items, doing various little tasks as I hung watching my engorged penis sticking out under my bulging stomach. It was surreal, the way she acted so calmly, with me hanging there. I felt dead, a piece of meat hanging from a hook, simply one of the inanimate objects in the room.Finally, she returned to me, and sat on a tall stool. She stroked my hardened penis several times, making sure it was as stiff. He leaned in, bending her legs until her ankles were beside her head. The position enabled him to shove his meat deeper into her snatch. "That's why I love you gymnast girls," he laughed. "Easy access."His cock was jabbing her insides like a knife. Each second was hell. Every thrust sent his balls slapping her asshole and his cock head pushing against her insides. "Please! You're hurting me!" she cried. Unexpectedly, he paused. For a split second she though he had gotten back his senses. That.