On the other hand, it was probably just the old caretaker; he often turned up with his mop and bucket after the school had closed.It wasn’t until I ...eft the shower cubicle with my green Wimbledon towel wrapped around my waist, that I was confronted by my French teacher, Mrs Harrison. She stood frozen between the door and the lockers on the far side of the changing room like a rabbit caught in the headlights, unsure whether to stay or go.I guess I should have been surprised by her presence, but. It was too much for me and I held the back of Valerie’s head and I blew and pumped until I was dry. I slowly pulled my dick out of Valerie’s face. She looked up at me with cum dripping off her chin and smiled again. She gave me five minutes to get reloaded. By the time I was ready again, Valerie was lying flat between Willy’s legs eating her out. Valerie looked back at me, slapped herself on the rump to tell me what she wanted. I pulled her hips up to a doggy position, knelt up behind her and. Perhaps it wasn't so wise to use a blouse that previously only had to deal with D cups, but she had committed now and needed to be out the door soon. With great struggle, she managed to do up all the buttons leaving the two top ones open. She looked in the mirror; she could see the stress marks in the fabric and at a certain angle she could see her breasts peeking through. As a precaution she decided to add a waistcoat, just in case she laughed and everything came out. Though this did have the. "Quiet," he warned her, "or I'll have to quiet you with the rope. It's too bad we have to hurry; I'd like to spend hours doing this to you." He brought one hand down and reached between her legs to finger her labia. She gasped, then started to moan again as his finger found her pleasure button. He quickly inserted the baton in between the two loops and twisted it to quiet her, but left it loose enough she could still breathe, with effort. As he fingered her, it became harder for her to.