You seem like a smart guy. You managed to hook up with my mom, so you’re probably not a moron. Anyway… basically put, you’re my toy. Whatever...I want from you, I get. If I want a foot rub, you give me one. If I want you to go down, you do it. You don’t question and you don’t get to say no. You also don’t ask. I get what I want. If you want to rub my feet – which, I know, you always do – tough. You don’t get to rub my feet unless I ask you to. And no fucking. It probably should go. " Fuck me harder, Principle Myers!"With a strong newscaster's voice like Dolores's, those cries would have been heard down the hallway under normal circumstances. But with the music from the Ball in full swing, no one could have heard their extracurricular activities. It was something that gave Principle Myers a perverse sense of pleasure.There was something else, besides lewdly fucking Dolores in the art room, that drove the Principle wild with lust.Near the teacher's desk, there was a mirror. Without thinking I moved my head forward and brushed her lips with mine.'O shit what am I doing' I thought 'she's gonna scream blue murder in a minute'Quickly I released her and tried to step back, not easy as her arms were still around me."I'm I'm sorry Miss Robinson, are you OK?" Shhh"Rather than stepping away from me stepped closer, her arms slipped around my head, pulling it down, and her lips sort mine. I stood still in shock and surprise as she kissed me, as her tongue brushed over my. I let my hand fall and my thumb immediately found her swollen clit. I rubbed up and down, back and forth, all around her love button as my nail scraped against the top of my shaft. This brought a second wave of pleasure over Savannah’s body and she started to convulse again. “I’m going to…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as she began to cum a second time in less than a minute. Her tight walls pulled me in deeper and deeper as I let go of her right leg. Without letting them drop.