The dancing had us all thirsty and hot in more ways than one! Once back at our booth we resumed some nice sexy chat, which became increasingly dirty. ...ose and Alejandro asking me about my wedding ring and enquiring as to whether my husband was like Geoff and knew his wife was,’a dirty slut’. Their language was changing as they both got more turned on. Tracey was being complimented on her big tits and me on my legs and on wearing stockings, “Like a true British slut,” Jose added.I told them of. The bitch inside me was now fully on to give him all the holes. He was not resisting and it was what I want.I did not want to kiss him though. I told him that I will give him anything he wants, like money. He was looking happy but was watching my dirt-covered body while bending his eyes. I then did the initiative and told him that I know what you want.After this, I suddenly took hold of his lungi and removed it in a gush and hugged him. He was totally mute at this act. His erect wet big dick. I doubt that he made it!During the lunch break, I went into the office and asked if they knew about the locker scam. I was told that there was no such thing and I should not be a troublemaker! The clerk that told me this actually believed it, as proved by a mind scan. I shrugged my shoulders and walked out.That evening, I discussed the subject of the locker scam with Dad, and he was surprised to hear of it. The highschool principal had a good reputation around town, so Dad doubted that he knew. Then again, except for what he called ‘reverse cowgirl’, he had done all the work. I like all the positions, but when I was bouncing up and down on his huge dick as he slapped my butt cheeks, I had the most intense orgasms of my young life. Maybe I was a bit of a pain slut. Hey, I’ve read an internet story or two(thousand). Not really though. I was actually afraid of pain, the swats Mike gave me when I didn’t behave were very effective because of it. And I never, ever, ever, want to piss him.