To be chosen was something she had lived for since she first heard of the masquerade ball and all it stood for. Her finger dipped further into the sli...k tight walls of her vagina, her breaths coming faster, harder, more eager to bring the juices forth. The tip of it passed over her g-spot and she gasped aloud, thrust her finger against it as the first wave of cream flowed from the depths that had not yet been touched.“Ugh,” she panted as her pussy gave forth the rich creamy cum she had needed. Said to send you in there as soon as you got here,” said one of my coworkers as he brushed past me. Shit, that’s never a good thing. It couldn’t be about that, though. Could it?I went to the back room office and knocked on the closed door. “That you, Steve?” came his gruff voice from within.“Yes,” I said.“Then get your ass in here and close the door behind you,” he said. As I opened the door I could see that the lights were off inside the small office. Some light spilled in from the outside,. ”Mr. Thomas smiles at the man. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond to that. “Maybe the student is just as responsible.”“You’re damn right the student is responsible,” the angry old man continues. “That’s why I’d whoop her ass. The teacher should know better. What is it you do for a living, son?”Mr. Thomas swallows hard, trying to clear that proverbial lump in his throat. “I’m a teacher myself.”The elderly man squints at the man for a moment, as if sizing him up. “How many times have you had. From the behind it looked as if he was actually having sex with her. From the side, I watched Kim’s skirt slip even lower with the motion of Phil’s body against her. Then, in long slow instant, Kim’s skirt slipped again, this time it fell to the floor. I had given up my covert watching, and was now staring intently at the two of them. Phil still had his arms around Kim, who was now bare-assed. They continued for a few moments, not realizing the skirt now lay on the floor. Her ass cheeks.