” “No!” She sat upright, finally participating in the conversation in earnest. “Please, Sir. Don’t call my parents! Please, I’ll do anythi...g. Anything! I can do community service, take the exam again, clean toilets. I’ll do anything you want me to do, Sir!” Mr Anderson’s libido stirred at this proposition. It made him angry that this young girl could have control over one of the most intimate parts of himself. Perhaps it was his sexual frustration at home, or this not so innocent girl sitting. .? she yanked at her handcuffs in frustration.Before she had any real chance to recover her composure, I darted forward and took her throbbing nipple between my lips, and rolled my tongue over it slowly.?Oooooohhhh.......(gasp)......ooooohhhhh......stop, please!!....I can't....aahh....?She gasped and moaned as she struggled to cope with the extreme sensations she was being subjected to. I looked at her vagina: it was already wet. I knew that in addition to the pain, she was getting just as much. Her smile turned to a frown as she realized that July was three months ago. It’d been three months since her husband had fucked her.As the door behind her opened she buried her thoughts and put on a smile. Students filtered in and Sue got ready to go through her safety checklist. She always liked this period since her daughter who was a senior this year was in it. She’d turned eighteen earlier in the year and was the perfect combination of both her parent’s features. Mira was tall but not like. She put her hands on his shoulders and hung on for dear life as he pounded away at her hot box, her moaning urging him deeper and faster inside of her until, almost as quickly as it began, it was over. She could feel him twitching and spilling inside her, panting with the exertion of fucking while holding her up. He slid free of her as he released her thighs one at a time to led her feet return to the floor, permitting her to stand under her own power.“Mm. Now you’re properly used,.