One of Mr. Botello's students offered to escort me. His name was Doug Rager."I had to go through The Program thing last year," he told me, "I know thi...gs can get pretty out of hand." You can say that again," I responded."Other than that, how's it gone?" Pretty good, especially now that I've figured out a way to get relief."He laughed "I saw you're letter in the paper about that. I'll be there this afternoon." Naked?" You bet."When I got to Mrs. Botello's class, I told her what had happened to. She turned around, her bra fell.As I was pulling it, it was hanging by my mouth. She smiled sarcastically and held my penis. I would have cummed immediately, but she moved further towards my balls. She caressed my balls and then suddenly pressed one of the balls. I cried in pain. “This is what you get to pull a stunt.”Then she sat on her boss chair behind the table and told me to lick her pussy. I kneeled, and she spread her legs. I started licking her pussy. It was sweet and salty due to her. Back at home, there was no mom’s strict guarding eyes. Mischiviously, I thought of teasing bhaiya. Instead of changing my fitting salwaar suit to my usual cotton ankle length night gown, I just removed the pants. Though the gown was knee length yet it has the both side cuts, which extend up to my upper hips, exposing the side views of my white thighs with traces of my purple panties. I wonder if the traces of my deep colour panties stretching over my large hips was visible though the. “You can’t!” she yelped, seemingly alarmed at my solution.“Okay, well then we’ve got a problem.” I replied. “I have no cash on me, and as far as I’m aware, no taxi accepts credit cards. You won’t let me drive you home, so you need to call your parents and arrange for them to come and get you.” I explained, patiently.“I can’t! I already told you.” she exclaimed with a roll of the eyes.“Well, that’s a major problem, then.” I responded “How are you going to get home safely if neither one of us has.