I was bent over the table wiping it down as I routinely did after lunch in case the room would be needed for a group meeting. My back was to the door...as I stretched over the table when I felt a pair of hands placed squarely on my ass cheeks. I jerked at the touch, then heard the voice, “You have a nice ass, even in that skirt.” The words were almost a whisper and they were spoken next to my ear as he leaned over me. He took my hand and led me to the other end of the table away from the open. " "This is the last time I am going to tell you before we get more persuasive. Strip." Abby turned her back to the kids and started taking her clothes off. First she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. Then she stepped out of her pants. She stood there in her underwear. "Now, or else." Abby reached back and unhooked her bra and let it drop, exposing her tits to the men but keeping her back to her children. Finally, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. "Very nice, bitch". What if I offer to help you take a load off, or two, and you raise my grade a little bit?" (I was making stroking motions the entire time I was saying this)There was a long pause as he pondered it and I decided to help my cause a little bit. I turned around and bent down to my backpack with my legs straight and my ass out and said, "Or I can just stop coming here. I mean, whats the point if I can't pass this semester?"He got to his feet and said, "You know, that would actually be really nice.". At the first I'd of course skulk down and listen at the bottom of the hallway bathroom door opening. Get right down on my knees. I could hear fine, their post coitus/orgasm/pillow talk. What I really was listening for (after those three) were signs and signals of mutiny, deception, conspiracy. Did I wish to hear such? I cannot lie. It is inexplicable, but, persists to this day. That would never happen though, ever. My name was rarely spoken of. When it was it was just in passing, the humdrum..