Rose-Marie took the shaft of Yves' penis in the grip of her right hand, while supporting her weight on her left hand, and pulled and tugged on it, adm...ring the veins that pulsed through the skin that pulled off the glans, and stretched her body backward. No evidence now of that long foreskin which was one of Yves' most striking characteristics. And then her mouth on the tip. It had taken Rose-Marie a while to get used to the taste of Yves' penis. At first she had found it strange. The peculiar. She’d despise us for crossing that line. Being as despicable as her father who carved her flesh. Who sought to bed his own daughter and transgress in her pussy. Sven and I had to hide our forbidden love.But I didn’t want to.Juices trickled down my thighs. Their moans echoed through the room, building to their climax. And I rose with them. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. Silky pleasure rippled through my body while my orgasm approached, hurtling at me like an out-of-control carriage,. She was of course very popular. I was the new girl, and I was starting to get a word of mouth following. Irina was never happy I was there, and never really talked to me at all.Young Tommy was there for the men who at the time couldn’t be “out” as gay or bisexual. Tommy’s gift is that his cock was hard all the time and had a very tight asshole. He also would cum a lot, every time.Tommy and I would become close. He taught me what men liked during sex, and how to give a great blowjob.Most men. I don’t know why I was not furious instead I was pleased and flattened. I did not ask about this from madhan as the sketch was sent anonymously me.After few days, I saw madhan dawdling outside the staff room.He asked “Miss, did you get the picture?”Me: what? You mean it was from you?I told him it was a lovely picture and that if really had drawn it he ought to have signed it. I asked him to wait and went inside staff room. I brought the sketch from the bottom drawer of my desk and told him why.