We both were looking into each other’s eyes. We knew, it’s been done, a bond has been created and we were asking more from it our bodies were aski...g more of each other and we kissed again.This time, more passionately, harder, longer. We were playing with each other’s tongue, sucking on each tongue, sharing saliva, tasting each other. Heat was on, we were hugging each other passionately as our bodies were asking for sharing the body heat.We were caressing each other’s body. We kissed for good 15. But also she was glancing sideways at the handsome teacher and noting the way that little Leena looked at him. God. If the girl weren't so young Beth would have thought that the teacher had been screwing her. But she was only twelve. He wouldn't have done it, she was sure. Or would he?Little Leena was thinking about Mr. Best. A precociously mature hunger gnawed at her juvenile loins and she knew how to feed it. But her plans for the evening were dashed when she heard the teacher say that he had. I put my hands to the waistband of my skirt and tugged it down aroundmy ankles then stepped out of it along with my slip."Now my jeans!"I stepped forward and tugged at Steve's belt."On you your fucking knees you stupid cunt!" Steve bellowed andbrutally pushed me down.Now my face was level with Steve's crotch and I reached out and undidhis belt. I noticed again my manicured painted nails as I eased thezip of his fly down and snapped the button at the top of his jeans. AsI eased the jeans down. The room had quietly filled with several people, all in suits. It had been a set up, and I had fallen for it.A man was holding his hand to his ear listening. I stood up. Several people moved to block my exit."Congratulations Mr. Lindsy. You are indeed one we would like working for us. You have passed this test with flying colors." Said an elderly man with an old fashioned crew cut, an angular face, and an air of command."Funny. I don't seem to remember volunteering for a test." I said looking.