The first two had already agreed to write the letter, which he thought was odd, but happy anyway. Okay, so that wasn’t so messed up but one teacher,...well she was fucked up, or so he thought she was. He expected to make love with them all but that only happened with one of them. It was the third one who wanted something in return. Yes, she did. She was one fucked up woman or so he thought she was. Close in age to Angela, all she seemed normal to him, at first, but all she wanted was a man’s. “Six-d means the same thing,” he said. “The ‘d’ stands for denarius, which was an old roman coin that looked a lot like an English penny. A long time ago, when blacksmiths made all the nails, it cost six pennies, or six-d, to have a blacksmith make you a hundred nails two inches long. So they called them six penny or six-d nails. I guess it just stuck, ‘cause that’s still what we call them.”“Fascinating,” she said, reaching with one hand to pull the heavy coverall front back and forth, trying. They pumped me hard, stretched my body in all kinds of ways so they could get in deeper and pump harder which kind of hurt. They had me on the bottom, top, doggie style, bent over backwards, laid over the back of sofa, on the arm of the sofa. I couldn't even keep up with what face matched the cock that was in my pussy or ass at any given time. That foreign person was back. I knew what I was allowing was wrong but that foreign person who used my body and voice was encouraging them on, saying. It was very hot to suddenly not have to hold discussions about everything. Just submit. Master commands and I obey.“So, are you ready to make love to your slut slave, Master? Hot for teacher, as the song says? I had many fantasies about seducing you, believe it or not. Bear in mind, I was only 30 when I taught your class. Let me see. You’re 30 yourself now, I believe. I’m 45 now, so I still have some time, especially when the nanites acting on me during my augmentation, rejuvenating my body..