"She started writhing as I mocked her. My fingers were fucking her as I held her hips in place. Her ankles still bound by her jeans and panties."But y...u aren't a good little girl at all are you Jennifer?" No sir." What are you really, Jennifer?" A ... a slut , sir."Well, I was not expecting that at all. I was expecting her to say that she was a 'bad little girl' or something. But instead she introduced the 's' word. Okay. She called herself a slut. Wow.I laughed at her as she responded to my. But they denied and said if I have studied more, I could get more marks. As a result, my concentration towards study drew less.On the day of incident:It was Friday. Over this, there was a heavy torrential downpour. Few days were left for Durga puja.So class was remarkably empty. Only two were present.The first two periods passed without much fuss. The third and fourth period was of sweeta mam’s class.Since besides me, only one was present. Madam came telling us to open our copy. She would give. I knew I was in for a night of hard fucking. Brad got on the bed and told me to straddle him; after he had his tool in me I could feel Doug behind me. Brad said, Dad, slip your cock in her pussy with mine, she’s nice & wet. Without any preliminary feeling about I suddenly felt Doug’s big cock ramming into my pussy. I screamed, but once he was in me it felt so good. Having both my husband and his Dad ramming my hot wet pussy like battering rams was a wonderful feeling. Thank goodness I’m only in. I noted that Christine was completely hairless even around her ballsac. Mrs. James turned her attention to my arm and got me to raise myarm so she could get to my armpit she spent a long time there rubbing thesoap into my armpit and it made squelching noises.I had to turn the other way after Mrs. James soaping up my arm andfinished by rubbing the bar of soap under my fingernails. She repeatedthe process on the other side of my body.I asked, "Mrs. James when are you going to remove the hair.