I was fully aware that my skirt rose up each time I bent down to give a hug. But I didn't care. Rodney was last in line. I walked up to him, bent down...to give him the longest and tightest hug of the bunch, gave him a friendly peck on the cheek and sat in between him and one of the other guys. My husband sat down at a nearby chair. My skirt rode up again as I sat down, giving a clear view of my white thong to the guys sitting across. I could feel their gazes piercing my pussy and I loved it. I. Then she made the only choice her body would allow her make. Her mind was no longer capable of stopping her from doing something she would have never considered previously.“No… Do not dare to stop. Please, don’t pull out, not now” She pleadedListening to my sweet wife pleading to this black bastard, my stomach began to churn. He was intentionally bending Anita`s mind. He was making her tell him to continue with his control of her, when she had no control over what her body desired just at that. Nash bit down on my nipple, I let out a loud moan and my body shook hard against Mr. Nash’s mouth. Giving away that I wanted so much more then I was getting. Mr. Nash moved two fingers into my mouth, and I welcomed them. Licking and sucking on them, showing just what my mouth was capable of doing. Showing just the kinds of things that I wanted to be doing with the gorgeous teacher playing with my body. His fingers moved around my mouth as he kissed at my chest, my body shaking so hard I was. Her gaze shifted up to my face, eyes narrowing into a mock-glare. "It pains me to say this, honestly it does... but my daughter has become a tease. And something of a slut, I suspect." I purred, "Oh, I'm your slut, Mom," hugging myself. It was weird but exhilarating, playing the Bad Girl for my mother. She folded her arms, giving me that are-we-finished? look that I suspected a few of her students knew all too well. "Honey. Behave." "Sorry, Mom," I grinned sheepishly, straightening in my chair..