Professor Montgomery and I both look over to him – Brad or Matt, I think, his name is – but the teacher’s eyes travel onwards when nothing else ...appens.My eyes stay glued to my classmate, though. Matt, I think. Matt Keane. Upper middle to top of the class. He’s the quiet and calm sort of guy, always carries a book.I can see underneath his table.I can see the tent in his pants.Matt Keane has a boner, I think.My mouth goes a little dry and I feel a hot flush of embarrassment rising from my chest. Everything he did to her, while seemingly unpracticed, a little clumsy, was done confidently, with the aim of pleasing her. Her back arched and her fingers clawed at the broad expanse that was his shoulders. She could hardly move him, even if she wanted to, but she could get that damn under-armor off him. With quick, sure movements, she undid the ties going down his back without his having to move before she peeled the fur-lined leather off his torso, and unfolded it from his back.Daniel had to. As long as you blow him once in a while I don't get pestered to take his nasty cock in my mouth." " Don't look so shocked he told me he was getting sucked on the side by a fag and I couldn't care less. Better that than him running around after some cunt."With that she sat in the easy chair on the other side of the room and turned on the tv. Jim asked her how she came to be home so early and she said the bar had been really quiet so the boss had sent her and a couple of the other girls home. And then there was the money. But that was before she understood exactly what she was required to do, orrather to be. Well, anyway, she was here. She could have left for good, but she had comeback. Better get on with it. Kirsten took her overnight bag and placed it inthe large box. Then, working carefully and methodically, she began to undress,folding each garment as she removed it and placing it with the bag in the largebox. Shoes, jacket, skirt, brassiere, stockings as well as her watch,.