I had been swamped with the mostintense feeling of abandoned lust. There was no other word for it; it waspure animal lust that had driven through my b...dy at that moment. And Ihad loved it.Fiona led me to the chair and I managed to sit but with a littleuncomfortably."What's happening?" I pleaded. "Please, tell me what's going on." What did I say you should call me?" Fiona replied."Oh, Miss Fiona. I'm sorry. Please tell me what's happening."I now began to feel scared. Everything had been going. C (I spent many an hour dreaming about licking every inch of him), or the rather short, strangely high pitched Mr. H who had the most curious bulge in his cords all the time! But top of my list was Mr M. An institution, having taught a good few generations before me and whispers always followed about his love of the ladies and some nefarious going’s on in his past. I can’t explain why I came to like him so much, I firmly believe I was the only one who felt that way. Mr. M was about 6’3” tall,. If it was cold I could see her popped nipples out of her tops or shirt that would made my dick stand there itself. Most of often she use to wear shorts and tees or shirts which are sleeveless which her side boobs are exposed through side gaps.Whenever she use to work I was able to see her god damn cleavage and whenever her boobs are pressed against wall or table while serving I use to wish I can carry those pretty tits. As she was 44 years also she was more pretty has teen girl.One day I went. "What the hell was that I just saw, young lady?" His face was red, and he looked thoroughly upset.Tears streamed down Robyn's cheeks, but all she could say was, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stephens. I'm so sorry. I had no idea..."Robyn spent the rest of the morning in the principal's office in a state of extreme nervousness, waiting for one of her parents to pick her up from school.Taylor sat across from her; both had been suspended from school for two weeks.At last her father showed up, having been called.