All the other male student was wearing the same. It was the late nineties; my swim trunks were literally just the same thing as cargo shorts just a di...ferent material. I remember all girls in the class complaining how its not fair how easy guys have it. Not having to worry about changing or anything else. “Good Morning, Class!” Our teacher walked in the room as the bell range. She was a tall brunette with straight hair and hazel eyes. She could not have been over 28 years old. I never has. . How much she’d enjoyed pleasuring him, putting his happiness before her own ... How sexy the idea was of throwing her career away and spending her days—and nights—finding men like him, rough, strong men, and fulfilling their every fantasy.She was tempted to sit back down on the bed and bring herself off once more, but she knew that she couldn’t. It was a slippery slope, and if she started down that path, she’d never return. She’d stop being Alexis Bishop, she’d lose herself in the. As much as possible, she tried not to even notice them.Largely because of her 'training' from Hector and his friends, Andi was an enthusiastic and skillful lover. She tried to apologize to Andy for that, but he honestly proclaimed his good fortune because of her skill. He himself was far less experienced at intercourse, but his other attentions left her feeling boneless.As they made love, Andi wanted almost constant kissing. She told Andy it was what made it different from her slavery days -. .the juice that escaped me, I lapped from her legs as it run down. God she tasted so sweet, felt so warm to touch. I could feel her body twitch as I neared her swollen extended clit. I teased her for a while...impatient she gyrated her cunt in my face...before I engulfed it in my mouth, sucking hard, drawing more blood into the nerve endings. Her body stiffened, I pushed my thumb inside her and felt her pussy tighten and contract....cumming hard over my hand and face. I held onto her ass with.