She walked up and down the rows of desks as we talked and each time she passed by my chair, she would tap on the desktop, once, with a bright red fing...rnail. She was in total control of her lair and every eye in the room was on her every second. I knew that in a couple of hours I would have her by herself in a restaurant, but I was jealous of every other male in the room for looking at this brazen woman. The bell rang and everyone filed from the room. I lingered and was the last student. "I wonder how I can better help him?" She pondered. "Maybe I should buy some special the****utic oils and a massage table. Where would I go to get a massage table?" There was much she needed to do before her next visit on Thursday. The next day, Tracy stopped by a day spa after a trip to the grocery store and picked up some massage oils to help Mr. Goodson's circulation. She asked about a massage table and discovered they were not as easy to come by as she once thought. She ordered a portable. He grabbed my hair with both hands and started to fuck my face…hard! While I was choking and gagging on him; his buddy walked in, closed the door and walked over to watch in the dim light. It didn’t take too long. A few minutes later I was choking on a huge load of cum while trying to swallow as much as I could! When he backed away it became obvious that his buddy wanted me on the bed. I stood, hiked the sarong up around my ass and got on all fours on the edge of the bed. He penetrated me. Slow down and I will laugh at your jokes!" Oh, you are such a kill joy," replied Janet as she lowered the speed to just a little dangerous.Behind the BMW, the Dodge SUV was laboring to keep up. Jack was discussing the ancestry of the BMW driver in less than flattering terms. "God damn idiot has a death wish. Holy shit! I spent time on the race circuit, and I can't keep up. That Beamer is just too much car." There they are, Jack," said Jen as they rounded a sharp turn. "Back off! Oh! My God!.