I didn’t move a muscle. “Look, I have to go and--” I began, but he cut me off, staring at me, with a somewhat commanding look in his eyes. “Mi...s Smith. I said, have a seat.” He once again nodded towards the empty chair. I set my books down on the floor next to me, and sat down, scooting the chair a little bit away from the desk in the process, not wanting to be that close to a teacher who was probably about to rip my head off. “Well, why do you think you’re here?” He began. “…uh, I’m sorry?. " She asked about her wet finger thatwas dripping with her juices. I could handle that. "Ask MasterPeter if he would like to clean that finger for you." I said with atwinkle in my eye, that I am sure my loyal, faithful slut could read. Shewas the perfect, polite slut to Peter, "My master wishes me to ask youMaster Peter, if you would be kind enough to clean my pussy juices off myfinger, please?" She held it up in front of his face and Peter, nottrusting himself to speak, just opened his mouth. "Does that feel good son?" "Oh shit yes mom. Oh sorry, I didn't mean to swear, but your breasts are unbelievable. I love the way they feel, and I love your hand on my cock. You do it so well mum." Thank you dear. Let's just concentrate on you coming to a climax now."With that Joanne started heating up the pounding of his cock with her right hand. The squelching noises of the lube added to the intensity of the silence in the room. Joanne knew John would have liked to be watching her bring their. She reached down and started to clean my butt and was slowly rubbing my cock and I was from between my legs. I had never felt anything feel like that and I wanted more. And I got more. We cleaned each other and got out to dry each other off. When I touched her cock the first time it frightened me. I am not supposed to feel like that. I didn't know what to do so I kept on stroking her. We got into bed and I was crazy with passion. I finally got her on her hands and knees and felt my first non.