Was it getting warm in here? She adjusted her blazer and continued to write. It was definitely getting warmer. She felt flushed. She undid the buttons... revealing her white blouse covering modest breasts, and a firm, flat stomach. A few stray hairs were sticking to her forehead. It wasn't warm anymore, it was hot. She was nearly panting. She looked over her shoulder, and he was still there, but he didn't look warm, he did have a knowing look in his eyes though. What was happening to her? She. I did think he was kind of cute though. I caught just the top of his head, his ginger hair which was balding his aged forehead, and his gently blue eyes."Do you wanna?" he asked.Without much hesitation (I surprised myself) I threw my shirt over to his stall and then got out the door and stepped into his.We were so close together in there. Eye to eye. Wow he oozed masculinity!I enjoyed eyeing him down, seeing his green shirt making him look kind of like a veteran soldier, his khakis, his fly. If some else arrives then I would know by the sound of the footsteps in the stairs. I watched his reaction carefully. He did stare at my breast. I shifted my look to his penis and no reaction from it. He left and I wanted more of it. So started planning for the next day.WednesdayI was totally unable to concentrate in the class. I had planned to give him a full view of both breasts. Came 4.00 pm, I was there in front of the mirror with only my skirt after removing my petticoat fully. Though not. "Well, that's the second time girl. Gerry, give our little piss girl agood 25 spanks. Pull, your panties to your knees Sissy and tonight youwill sleep with the panties stretched on your head and your nose in thecrotch. One more accident girl and your toilet privileges will be thesame as my dogs.That night, I slept with Gerry's stinky piss aroma filling my fitfuldreams and in the morning my asshole has leaked the cum deposits from thenight the night before. (I hate getting spanked for so many.