"Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I marveled at what she had done to the place. She'd d****d heavy black curtains over all the wi...dows, placed scented candles all over the place, and set up the video-camera in the far corner of the room. Not only that, but she had put some kind of shiny pink covering on the bed. Feeling it, I asked, "Is that rubber?" Close enough. It's latex." As she hunted through her dresser, she added "They're really fun when wet, and they're easy to. That finger looks clean so it’s not like I’m asking that much. Now use your tongue and clean my ass from your finger”I could see Sara thinking for a couple of seconds, probably trying to decide if she was going to say her safe word or taste the inside of my ass. She decided on the former and slowly brought her finger to her mouth and used her tongue to clean it, making sure to suck it while doing it.“That’s a good girl, that wasn’t that bad right?” I said to her holding her in my arms and. (I HAVE NEVER FELT A SOFTER PUSSIE THAN LAURENS SMOOTH AS ABABYS BOTTOM AND TASTED SO SWEET I COULD HAVE LICKED AND CHEWED AND LICKED IT FOR HOURS I TASTED THAT GOOD) WHEN I LOOKED UP TO SEE WOT LUCY WAS UP TO I COULD SEE SHE WAS GETTING HER BIG MASSIVE TIT SUCKED BY LAUREN THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN LAURENS HIPS STARTED TO BOUNCE ABOUT THE FLOOR I HAVE NEVER SEEN A BIRD COME AS HARD AS SHE DID FUCK ME SHE SCREAMED AND SHE CREAMED ALL OVER MY TONGUE SHE TASTED AMAZING WHILE SHE WAS COMING 1 OF MY. I was allowed to look: she was teacher. She stood at the front of the class, twisting herself into a series of crazy postures, which we all struggled vainly, flabbily, to copy. She was perfect. We trembled before her perfection – three old ladies, a skeletal teenager, and me. She didn’t seem to notice us: it was as if we were viewing her own private ritual. I stood at the back of the class and stared unashamedly. The whole hour, I gazed at her, willing my miserable self to copy her effortless.