Moaning slightly, I close my eyes and drop to the floor onto my knees. Cupping my pussy, I feel how damp my barely-there panties are. My fingers are i...stantly coated with my sweet, sweet honey and I bring them to my lips, painting them with my pleasure. She kept me on edge all night and I know she wanted me to tell her to use me. I wanted her to use me, I still do. Why did I tell her no? I don’t want to be a good girl, so why am I torturing myself like this?My body continues to sway, giving. ‘I’m currently employed at a school in Leeds,’ Emma flashed a fierce smile, ‘It’s not proved ideal for me.’ Miriam cleared her throat. ‘Well, I must be frank with you. The object of this establishment is to teach boys lessons of quite a different nature to those offered elsewhere. Apart from a little reading and writing the education here is perfunctory and consists mostly of skills suitable for use in domestic service. I would rather my students could recognise a jam-spoon than solve a problem. He must have installed an intercom at some point without my knowledge. The man nodded into the camera. He was a very heavyset fellow. He stood in front of me naked. His belly just about touching my face. I could see his cock and I thought “this won’t be too bad, his dick is really small.” Which made sense why he was here in the first place. Since Artie had a time limit for the first few hours, the man went behind me and moved my panties aside. He started rubbing his cock over my ass, getting it. I worked as quickly as I could to capture the amazing performance before me and shifted to new canvases each time Annette moved the two to a new pose. It was exhausting and both girls were pulsing in my vision. Morgan laid her hand on my shoulder and I looked up at her. I could see behind her that Kendra was in the same condition as the rest of us, naked and sweating over her series of tiny clay models.“She needs to end it before Susan implodes,” Morgan whispered. “It’s almost more than she can.