.." Well, now you have me. What can I do for you?" I figure the best I can do at this stage is to please her.She chuckles. "Oh, no. It's a bit too lat... for that. The wheels have already been set in motion, and even I can't stop them. You have a sentence to serve." She presses a button on her desk. I look around nervously, but nothing happens quite yet. She swivels her seat to the side to cross her lustrous legs."You know," she continues offhandedly, "I don't know why it is that so many of our. “What's with the new look, Miss?”“Oh, well just trying something new. What do you all think?”“Well, we're certainly getting to see a new side of you...” someone called out. The rest of the class giggled, which only added to Tiffany's embarrassment. She realized everyone's eyes were focused on her body, and her smooth, tanned legs. She would put money some were looking to see if her pussy was visible so they could stare at her most private of places.“Yes... you...” pointing to another. Then I licked my lips and asked if that was what he wanted. He nodded it was. But instead of being finished, I lowered my mouth over his cock and licked it clean. I kept sucking it trying to make him hard again but to no avail. Then I took a towel and dried him off and cleaned my pussy too.Jumping on the bed and kneeling next to him I cheerfully said, “Well Clinton, did I make you happy? Was it what you were hoping for?”He laughed and said, “Oh yeah Doll. I immensely enjoyed that. You are such. While I was trying to sit still, sweating, practically choking on my saliva, my juices dripping down the sides of the pony, screaming, gurgling is more like it, and calling him everything but nice, watching me on the TV located in the next roomMy feet were raised off the floor with the ankle cuffs buckled to ring at the back of the sawhorse. I looked like a jockey riding a race. I had a bit of leverage to take some weight off my pussy by using my thigh muscles to push up on my ankles, but it.