They only wanted soft drinks so I chucked some ice cubes into tall glasses, added some slices of lemon and poured in some cola. I collected my winegla...s and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of them. “So,” I said, “let’s get acquainted. ”I’m Candy Fullerton, twenty eight, horny and I live here with my bi-sexual friend Ebony who, as I told you earlier, is away at the moment.” The female said, “I’m Trudy Holland, twenty four, a police constable in a loving gay relationship with my partner. My heart skipped a beat.“Yes, Mina?” she asked melodically.“C-could I p-please go to the washroom?” I managed to choke out.She smiled at me. I had to hold my breath to stop my quickening breathing from showing. “Of course you can,” she told me warmly.Slowly and clumsily, I stood up from my dumbly-designed seat-desk and walked calmly out of the classroom. As soon as I was out, I was practically hyperventilating and ran to the washroom.A heat was surging through me. I never had felt this kind of. “Oh-fuck,” He moaned. “It’s so tight.” I pretended to struggle with him and asked, “You like taking your nieces pussy don’t you?” “Hell yes,” He said as he pulled in and out of me. “I should’ve taken it a long time ago.” I heard the door close quietly and saw Chris standing by it. He walked over slowly and started to strip his clothes. Jimmy continued to fuck me as Chris asked aloud, “You like Jimmy’s cock Liz?” “Yes, it’s so thick,” I moaned. “I want yours too.” “Shove it in her mouth Chris…,”. Michaels. She was practically rolling on the floor laughing, and finally got breath enough to say, “You’re dream come true, Celia.” I grinned. “I know, right? And I’m getting paid for it.” Two nights later I posed for my first class. Unlike the model in my class, I smiled at the students when I entered the classroom and took off my flannel shirt. I didn’t own a robe but the shirt practically covered my pussy. And unlike the other model, my pussy was freshly waxed. I counted nine students in.