I looked back at our teacher Mr. Nelson, a balding and overweight guywho was only in his thirties but somehow seemed older and more tired.He certainly...added to the overall feeling of boredom, obviously havingno real passion for the subject himself.Then I looked around the room, seeing Cindy sitting a few seats awayand actually looking interested. She was something of a stereotypicalnerd with acne problems, thick glasses, and a noticeable lack ofconfidence. I'd actually tried being friendly. “that is part of the excitement” he said gently moving inside the cubicle with me.“Drop down to your knees, I’m sure someone will be there in a moment, sometimes guys do this briefly almost like a warm up to the evening” he said “and sometimes some guys come in to suck off other guys”I knew there would be no going back I’d promised Abram already I would do whatever during the evening.I got to my knees, the floor had a soft vinyl covering to it so it wasn’t uncomfortable, almost immediately I. And she rocked back to meet each thrust. His hands were now on her hips, as he drove himself into her ass.“That’s it, slut. Fuck me back. God, you’re a whore. Just a cheap cum dump.” He slapped her ass hard, stinging her, making her moan through her taped mouth.Brenda’s tears were flowing. Betrayed by her body. Betrayed by her lustful nature. She felt most of all that she betrayed John Her r****t had nothing to fear. She could never tell John. She would not be able to hide from him. I was jerking myself off about to reach the peak, when suddenly the door opened and the same maths teacher walked in carrying a pile of notebooks. I reacted instantly, taking my hand away and turning to the other side, facing the wall. But I guess it was too late by then, I was spotted.The teacher kept the pile on the table and stood there for a few seconds, I could feel her eyes staring at my rear. It was one of those moments when you feel as if your penis inverts and goes inside. Then she.