She dropped the straps off of her shoulders and her dress was on the ground before I even looked up and had stepped out of my jeans. When I caught s...ght of her shape in her bra and panties I almost lost it. She was fine. She started pulling my cock out of my underwear, it pressed hard against the tight fabric, and it ached for freedom. Next thing I know she says, “lay on your back Mark and let me taste that sweet cock.” I complied without a word. Kat knew how to work a cock, she started. V3 tried to shut up the memories of both my former selves. Joan wasn’t the only girl in school who dressed in sexy clothes. On a continuous basis, Rachel wore dresses or short skirts more often than she wore slacks or jeans. I couldn’t look at her without getting a hard-on. Joan just seemed lost—maybe rudderless would be a good way to describe her. And while she tried to be sexy and suggestive toward me, she snapped to attention whenever Beca spoke to her.Then there was Rachel. She was the only. Her lip trembled as all eyes swivelled to look at this vision of loveliness, with her blonde tresses and flawless skin. (How was she to know that lotteries can be... shall we say... rigged).Ever since Saint Catherines discovered that (a) single sex schooling was beneficial to girls and (b) corporal punishment even more so, the punishment sessions were arranged on a Wednesday evening. After the change in the law, the school was able to hire a new Headmaster, who had a reputation as a. She picked up her handbag from where it sat, on the blotter on the desk, opened it, removed a small tissue and discreetly dabbed at the sides of her lips.She dropped the tissue into a wastebasket by the side of the desk, and quickly pulled out a small mirror.Swiftly she re-applied a little lipstick, and angled the mirror to check her hair.Satisfied that she had restored her appearance, she turned towards the man, who still sat in his chair. He had put his penis away and zipped himself back.