We have three more cantaloupes…” It was closer to ten minutes but she finally came back down, a bit red-eyed but with a look of determination in h...r eyes that was new. She walked behind me, bent over, her hands on my shoulders and ran her tongue up my neck and cheek. “Is that better, teacher?” My eyes glazed over and I might have moaned (or cleared my throat) but I managed to sound ‘normal’ when I said, “Yes. Much improved. Back to the cantaloupe and this time, don’t rush. Take your time. It’s. So I jumped out on weekends and some evenings to help with the heavy lifting and to get Trey in the sack. Trey treated both with equal enthusiasm, and I certainly couldn't complain about the results of either one.Jack Pelham was still riding high on the big, fat check the museum had received from Walter Bourchier, and from the publicity of the restoration, as well as the coup of having a part of Bourchier's collection on display at the museum. I had begged off the PR part of things, and flush. He knew the answer. "Yes master. Thank you master. May I use my lips as well as my hands on your ass sir?" Mmmm yes you may. You are a good slave, especially considering your past." He answered referring to my lack of experience. I slid lower and kneaded the cheeks of his ass. My lips grazed across them and my tongue slithered along his tan line tasting the salt from his flesh. I licked the top of the crease of his ass as I pulled his cheeks apart as looked at his clean tight asshole. I had. At least today was Friday and maybe everyone would forget what she was dressed like by Monday. It was nearing the end of school. Summer break was just around the corner and everyone was very busy. Maybe they wouldn’t even notice. When she had finished dressing she went to school early, trying to avoid as many people as possible. Her hopes that no one would notice were dashed as she saw heads turn left and right; mostly by the students. When the bell rang and her first class filed in.