"Get to work", she would command from her desk at the front of the room, giving him a nod. The fantasy was usually the same. He would finish his test ...uickly, almost too quickly. The answers would come to him with little or no thinking making it silly that he was cheating in the first place. After seven minutes he'd march down the row of desks to hers. She'd take the paper from him and dismiss him back to his seat with a wave of her slender hand. He would watch her as she graded the paper. Then. I laid on the bed, stocking cover knees on the floor and pumped the plug in and out, it was now on a really intense throbbing vibration and was pushing me close to the edge. With my other hand I touched by now bursting bell end it took everything not to come right there and then but I was wanted to do that over myself.Realising I was close I laid on my back, feet at the headboard, and walked up the wall, I knew I had a huge load and wanted to taste my hot cum fresh on my lips. So I laid hunched. I started listening to the conversation which seemed to be about clothes. Helen was saying she didn't like how she looked in most of her clothes and how it was difficult to get bra's to fit her. Helen was extremely curvy and a little plump but nothing excessive. Susan was saying things like don't be daft you have some lovely clothes and from what I can see your bra seems to fit fine. "Anyway" Susan said "most people would love to have a pair like yours" looking down towards her chest. Helen. Next he began working on my nipples, using crocodile clips on them - the pain was intense and I nearly asked him to stop, but I somehow found the strength to carry on. He took some cord, and tied my balls up, making each one separate from the other,and fed the cord through the crocodile clips, and pulled so my balls were being pulled up, and my nipples being pulled down, then tied the cord off"Bend over faggot" came the instruction, and as I did, as flurry of spanks rained down on my buttocks.