Jones wondered when the humiliation would end as she reluctantly agreed. "Yes I am a slut who desperately needs to be disciplined." So you agree you n...ed a Mistress?" Layla asked.The word shocked her. She stammered a reply, "Um, I don't know."Layla ordered, her voice flaming hot with anger, "Get up and leave, Mrs. Jones, I don't have time for this insubordination."Mrs. Jones was startled as Layla walked out of the bathroom. She got off her numb knees and followed the co-ed she had just. I felt it slide in, I could feel it with every fiber of nerves inside my vagina What was the most exciting to me was, I loving every inch of it as I pulled it inside.I started fucking. I have no idea what I looked like, I sort of bent forward, and with one hand I was rubbing my clit while with the other I was fucking myself. After a while I felt a good climax coming, it was not hard like the others I had experienced, but it was a good one. After I climaxed I had to sit down; I pulled the cock. We talked about all the guys checking her out and of course that made her lift her skirt just a touch more. She loved to tease and flirt. She was even making eye contact with some and eventually she asked one to come over. She told the guy that I was just a co-worker. I was fully expecting her to tell me to get lost for the night as she had done that a few times before with some random guys.They talked amongst themselves and as he started putting moves on her she let him. At one point he was. Mind you, technically, what he'd done was legal. Franka was fourteen and like us college students, all the high school pupils had signed an agreement that they would serve as a model for artistic purposes if asked to do so. Yet, it didn't take Dr. Freud to work out what kind of sick fantasies Professor Dumont planned to engage in after collecting our work for 'grading'. Funny how he had never returned any previous pictures to any of us. I had to stop this.I raised my arm and asked to be excused.