I can’t let the gag interrupt her squeals as I commit the act, so I bend over and take the gag out. I expect a scream, but instead get a whisper “... know…I’ve earned this…but you don’t have to…” I cut her off “But that’s where you’re wrong. I do have to.”With that, I push the whole thing inside her spot in one swift movement. Her gasp tells me of both shock and pleasure. It is a great release for me-for too long she had teased and tortured me. Now I was getting what I wanted. My length was. I still felt like a boy in many ways, I was smarter than most of my class. That did not seem to matter so much. The constant attention MJ was getting from even the boys in the eighth or even the ninth grade kept me tense. MJ and I still when we found a moment alone acted like boyfriend and girlfriend, but I could tell my physical size made me less attractive to her. It was January, and MJ had withdrawn from me. She would not kiss me even at the most opportune moments. She was making it hard on. “Ohhh Yeessss! Ms. Monica you are getting so good at this…Ahhh…” moaned Aman loudly.“Mmmm… Stop calling me that! I’m your teacher only during the day!”-“But when we are alone then I’m just a student in your sex lessons…” said Monica with a naughty smile and resumed sucking off his cock.Even Monica couldn’t believe how much she had changed in the last few weeks. Earlier she was a vicious man-hater who was always suspicious of men. And now here she was, completely naked in her own office, sucking. Double check ... Her face shows blushes, her nipples stick through her T-shirt, her pussy is very wetRapidly she hits the 'Send'-button and takes a deep breath ... She relaxes now and lets her mind wonder whether he will indeed invite her over?----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------She only knows Professor Peter from the net and a few informal.