Your hands on my hips daring anyone to try and move them. Your words flood my ears. "You're so beautiful", "your skin is like velvet.", " I can't wa...t to taste more of you." I've spent hours shaking these memories of you this evening. My guard is down thanks to the burgundy goddess now flowing through my veins. I'm weak, I know. I drop on to the couch glass in hand and close my eyes. I'm ready for the onslaught of visions. The memories of our one night. Those lips are the first to haunt. When she said, “The Deacons Mentoring Fatherless Young Men Group will be meeting this afternoon,” a few ears perked up from the choir stand. There was Ali, who was light-skinned, and about to enter the tenth grade sitting next to his best friend Tristan who was in the same class and had a pecan complexion. Ali whispered, “Are you ready?” “Been ready,” winked Tristan.In another row sat Cody, Devin, and Jalen. They all giggled and discreetly poked one another. Cody was heading to eighth grade. ”“What the fuck is going on in here?” A voice boomed throughout the small classroom. It was one of the hottest professors in the college Mrs. Jones. “I don't know what you two are thinking but you better hurry up and get out of here. The Dean is coming this way. I won't say anything so you better get out of here.”We hurried up and got dress and stormed out of the class. On my way out I swore I heard from Mrs. Jones sexy pink lips “I was watching this whole time you’re mine next.” I did a double. When we finished I cleared the table.A few minutes later he called me. "I have some desert for you." He unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the ground. "On your knee, slut and get yourself a mouth full of cum." No, you're not going to cum in my mouth." He moved quickly, springing up from his chair and at the same time reaching down and pulling the belt from his trousers. Then he grabbed me by my hair and threw me face down on the table. 'WHACK' The belt lashed my buttocks. I tried to.