I tap his thigh as even more distinctive gagging noises make their way from my increasingly full and blocked throat. My hands begin to dig into his th...ghs ever more urgently, and I feel his hands clench into my hair, his right hand having long abandoned its exploration of my breasts in favor of clutching my kinky black curls. My breasts are jiggling vigorously, getting slick and wet with my spit as it pours from my designated fuckhole.I’m gagging…I’m choking…My eyes are watering…I’m covered in. ”Miss Jackson was quietly happy about this because, of all the girls, she really did enjoy caning Emma. She loved the way that her hair mound glistened with her sex juice, and was pretty sure that she went to the toilets afterwards and masturbated. Indeed, she usually went to her private toilet afterwards and masturbated as well as just soon as Emma had left her study. Miss Jackson did think about how it was fortuitous that she had met Emma at the S&M party. Miss Foster had originally suggested. With it done, I finally grabbed my cock and started pumping away. I sighed with how good each stroke felt. I wanted to go slow and make it feel better, but I hadn't the time, and I needed that cum. I stroked and stroked, rotating my hand for extra stimulation and I loved every moment of it. But then suddenly, I hear a cough from behind me. My heart stopped…. I couldn't believe I was caught. Whoever it was must have snuck quietly behind me.I turned my head while trying to conceal my cock, and I. By the end of her freshman year, Jackson was disappointed that he would no longer have Andie in his classes as she would be taking the advanced courses taught by the more senior faculty. However, this did not stop Andie from coming to his office at least once a week for the rest of her high school career. By the second year, Andie was fitting in better with her fellow students despite the fact that most of them came from very wealthy families and very few were as interested in education as she.