I was still a bit under the influence so my patience were not quite what they should have been.“Well, how about I give you a choice?” I growled at...her, “I can either use a roll of duct tape to tape your mouth shut, or I can knock you unconscious, or I could break all of your teeth. Or you can just plain shut up. The choice is entirely yours.”One thing not up for dispute was that my balled fist would be not substantially smaller than the little twits head. I think she saw the logic of picking. He was just gross! A gross man that I needed to have sex with. I got on my knees and played with his cock for a little while. He played with my blonde hair, while I jerked him off. I opened my mouth and put his tip into my mouth. I held his hairy balls and played with them. I fed more and more of his cock down my mouth. My mouth was stuffed with his thick dick. He started to face fuck my mouth. His cock tasted sweaty and gross, but I kept pace with him. He was fucking my mouth faster and. In the morning I told mom that I had a job. "Ms. White told me to be there at one, so I'll drive my own car today." "Does your father know about this?" "No." Then I told her that Ms. White also knew that I was a son and not a daughter. "She asked me to ask you to keep it a secret mom." She shook her head, then, after breakfast I got ready, wearing the pink suit that I got from Kelly. I followed mom to the shop, then inside, I had to endure being naked to the waist, my male chest clearly. There was never any whispering. There was never any passing of notes. Students always arrived on time, if not a good five to ten minutes early. One always paid close attention, never got caught being distracted, which wasn't that easy as her lectures on Victorian literature could be so long and tedious. The students so much preferred Miss Bixley, but her classes this semester were all full (see "Miss Bixley lends a hand").The guys, and even many of the girls, could see why she was still single..