My dress was still unhooked but lay in position. I wanted to move away but I could not. He then lay his hand on my buttock and squeezed hard. I moaned...but he pulled me back and continued kissing. He had taken complete control over me. He was now Squeezing my breasts too. I thought maybe he had forgotten that it was me and not his girlfriend so I tried pushing him away as this was going a bit too far. The deal was only about a blow-job. Nothing else. That too was my decision. So I had to call. He has not closed his door.His room was between their room and the bathroom, and afterwards was kitchen in the far end of the house.He saw the girl naked with the white lace stocking to go into kitchen. She probably was feeling thirsty.He followed her.She went into kitchen and drank some water. He hugged her. He felt surprised. He thought was his boyfriend.She has not switched on the lights.He started to massage her breasts.Her breasts were inflated and very sensitive. He pinched her pinky. "We all walked to the lighted mirror. Carol asked, "What do you think, Sabrina, did I match them?"Sabrina sniffled and held the garment to her face. "Yes, a perfect match. The color is perfect and the design will make me look quite sexy."I couldn't help it, "Yes, and your pubic hair won't even be visible!" I went back to my room.After they finished their mixing and matching, Carol came to my room and put her head on my shoulder and her arms around me. She was sniffling. I turned the chair. "What did you see?" she asked suspiciously."I saw you getting fucked by Tyson Brakken right there on your desk. Your legs were spread wide and he was between them. Take your shirt off."Her wide eyed Look of shock stopped now. She knew she had been caught fucking one of her students. She knew this could end her career and she wasn't excited or amused by it. Pulling her shirt over her her head her face went dead, complacent and she knew she had little to no choice in the matter. She had gotten.