The guy was an ass; she knew the gesture meant nothing. But it felt very right at that moment.It still felt right when his hands slid lower and began ...o pull the straps of her leotard down off her shoulders.At first, April didn't move. She sat with her hands on his chest, feeling the play of his pectoral muscles beneath her palms. But when the lowering straps began to meet resistance along her arms, she moved to help, freeing first one arm and then the other.A moment later her small breasts. Actually, the ratio was about three to one in favor of women. Sounds good on paper until you saw what was there.I had thought that flower-children and hippies had all died by now. These had been raised in the Haight-Ashbury district of San Francisco and had tried to take the free love revolution to France. They were apparently back in this town and in this class. I was dismayed. The best-looking woman in the class by far, was the teacher, Nicole. She was still the excellent teacher I had loved. I suck harder, encouraged, hoping this is right, wanting to please, and your fist moves faster over your cock, wanking it into my mouth, fucking my pink, parted lips.Your free hand slides up my pleated skirt and fumbles your thick fingers into the side of my panties. I squirm, excited, a little shocked that you are touching me there, and I like it so much. I am aching, tingling, pushing my tight, wet little pussy against your curious fingers as I suck. My moans hum a vibration against the head. “Barnim.”“Yes, sir.”“Get ready, because you’re going be dropped in the deep end on Tuesday. There’s a payment due for not doing any real training this week. Good night.”He turned and went back into the office. Well, it looked like there was going to be a lot of work and pain coming, I’d just have to deal with it.The trip home took a lot longer than normal, as I had to find an alternate route due to a pretty bad accident that had the road shut down.Having a snack when I got home, I settled in.