As I turned my paper over and scooted down in my seat a little, I got a contented feeling all over me knowing that I had just finished my last exam fo... that ol’ fart Mr. Beloski.Everyone hated Mr. Beloski, well almost everyone. We all called him “The European Pervert” on account that he was always looking at girls. Up their skirts or down their blouses, it didn’t make any difference to Mr. Beloski. He came here from Poland or Romania or somewhere really weird like that and he is a real. She really didn’t play games.“I’ve heard bad language before,” he said.“Just so you know. I may ask you for things that sound strange.”“Don’t tell me you like to be spanked,” he groaned.“No,” she laughed. “Though I did know a guy once who wanted me to spank him. I had no idea how liberating it can be to put a man in that posture.”“I do not want to be spanked,” he said, firmly.“Let me reverse the question,” she said. “Why me?”“I have no idea,” he said. “I almost feel like I was ambushed.”“You. Then he asked her to turn over and applied a lot of oil on her ass. He inserted one finger first and 2 and then 3.I never thought she could take 3 in her ass though I have fucked her ass many times. She was calling my name and wanted me to come next to her. I went and her face was still covered with the towel. She was holding my hand tightly and she was asking me if this is what I had planned for her.I said nothing and moved her hand to my dick. she caught it and pressed it very hard. By the. Returning to my self-play I willed myself to slow down, consciously controlled my breathing and stroked myself at a calmer, steadier pace.The pace with which I was making love to her in my mind.A warm wave of pleasure rose up within me at this thought as my hand continued its rhythmic movements. I shuddered to think what Friedrich would do if he were to catch me pleasuring myself, yet at the same time it turned me on to know that there was a chance he might wake up and do just that.Throwing.