Often her large breasts would rub against John's thighs. Her wide-hipped body was quite a contrast to the petite, tiny-titted Margo.Cindy closed her e...es, took a deep breath, relaxed her mouth, and allowed her girlfriend to take control. Margo placed her hand on the back of Cindy's head, stroking Cindy's blonde hair absentmindedly."Are you ready?" Margo asked, looking up at John."Ready for what?" asked the black stud, who had Cindy's lips wrapped around his cock.Margo didn't answer directly,. At times we were asked to dance. Yes, I did dance with other men but if they became inappropriate I asked that to stop. If they didn’t I wasn’t above yelling at them in public. My girlfriends will vouch for me on this issue. One man wouldn’t stop and put his hand back on my ass. I grabbed a fork and jabbed it into his hand. All hell broke loose and he was asked to leave. After that time, any man that I danced with knew that ‘no’ meant ‘no’. That doesn’t mean they never tried touching me, it. Michael entered the room and saw Mrs. Fahey sitting ate her desk looking at the camera. He hoped she hadn't seen the pictures he had taken in the teachers lounge."Michael, when did you take those pictures?" What pictures?"The ones of my husband and that little blonde slut." This morning during study hall" I need them, give them to me please." I'm going to get revenge on my husband and I need those pictures to get it." I'll make it worth your while."With that the beautiful teacher stepped up. ’ She said out loud. The beautiful brunette loved the way it sounded. She could see herself on the cover of dozens of dirty DVD’s doing acts so forbidden she couldn’t name them all. Sitting up she swung her legs over the side of her queen sized bed and onto the floor. Unlike her dreams, her room was relatively sparse, the result of living on a minimal income from a grocery store. She had a thirteen inch television, a computer and a dresser and that was it. A few random stuffed animals.