I had too good a time! I'm not used to having someone care if I enjoy myself. I'm a whore and whores aren't allowed to have fun during sex. But you......you let me enjoy sex–even making me cum. I guess I just didn't expect that." Julia, sweetheart, first off you are not a whore. Sure you get paid to have sex with men. But whores are dirty, street trash. They don't worry about having class or being a lady. They are cum-dumps for men whose balls can't carry the load they have built up."You, on the. She bites back a whimper when they get into the classroom. Her Master sits down beside her at the table in the back of the class and rubs his fingers up her thigh slowly. Eagerly she spreads her legs and he rubs over her cunt roughly. She gasps quietly and tries to pull away slightly. He slaps the inside of her thigh, the noise covered by the sound of the students talking. ‘Don’t you fucking move slut.’ He murmurs warningly into her ear. He jams two fingers hard into her wet pussy and she bites. We kissed as I slipped her top of her. I pulled away to look at her breasts, they bigger than the last time I’d seen them, and a lot more beautiful. I smiled a big smile at her and brought my head close to them. I kissed both breasts one by one softly before licking and sucking on her soft pink nipples. She was breathing heavily and playing with my hair as I did. She pulled my head up and kissed me hard on the lips before getting up and making me sit up. She pulled off my top and kissed down my. She was my first lover. Being my chemistry teacher my sophomore year, I never saw this coming. I was a teacher's aide in her class my junior year. And sometime that year we formed a connection that led to a secret rendezvous when our rapport began to draw attention. She's almost 20 years older than me. But, she's all I can think about, and I'm all she can think about. It's only in these few hours per week we get to express it to each other.She humped faster now, her nipples pressed hard against.