I was about to continue, but I hesitated too long. Heather interrupted with a change of subject that I could not brush aside.“Let’s do it,” she ...aid, her voice lowered.“What?”“Right here. No one will see us.”I looked around, feeling aroused but also a bit anxious about losing my chance to tell Heather the rest of the story. She was already crawling over to me. Before I could protest, I was being thrust onto my back. I let her kiss me for a while, enjoying her hands as they rubbed me vigorously.. He loved doing it and I bared all the pain of his 8-inch cock pushing through my cheeks. If I try to stop, Zayn would slap my face and make it even more red.I started acting weirdly in class. I responded to my classmates’ flirty lines, smiled and winked at their double meaning jokes. They knew I was getting fucked but the poor guys didn’t have the guts like Zayn.I wanted to keep this behaviour of mine just to him but things changed. So it turns out there was one of Zayn’s friends who was my. Not only had there been the physical effort of the work but the continuous attention needed to make sure my instructions were followed exactly had been a strain.I was looking forward to getting into bed. I took off my uniform dress and hung it up behind the door. I wondered if I should take the corselette off too but just as I was about to unfasten it, Miss Carson appeared in the doorway.“You’ve been working hard all day,” she said, coquettishly. “I thought you might like to play and relax for. Judy sat at the kitchen table, maybe because she and Mom had spent so much time there together, she felt comfortable sitting with the sun on her back. She wasn't this time, and kept squirming, not looking at me, a blush on her face.I decided that this had gone on long enough, and asked her, "Judy, why are you embarrassed by spending time with Rachel?"Judy gasped, and shocked, said, "Oh, god, you know?" Of course I know! I saw you two the night that Mel was here. Rachel's door opened, and I saw.