He was shocked and just smiled and winked at me as he walked to his desk.“Everyone take your book out and we will continue on the pages we left off�...� he said to the classI took out my workbook and turned to the page, taking out a pencil so I could pretend to work.I looked up at Mr. C and caught him staring at my breasts, he looked at me and quickly looked away. A smirk across his face.I bit my lip and made sure no one was looking, I was at the front of the class so it was easy for me not to be. His dick pushed into my mouth. He was semi-hard and as he thrusted 3 inches or so in, but quickly pulled out. I felt his ass push against my face and he said “lick my asshole bitch”, he commanded. I licked his pungent hole and soon he was moaning his approval. Brent then reached back and spread his cheeks and commanded I tongue fuck his asshole. I felt so submissive from the ball spanking I willingly did it. Shoving my tongue in as far in as possible. He told me I was doing a good. That never happened, although there were times when Sarah was grounded that she wished it had. Indeed, over the years Sarah had often thought about that day and how Michelle had been controlling and manipulative on so many other occasions, just as she was likely to be today as she walked up the path to Michelle’s house.Sarah was dressed in a floral sleeveless dress with a really high hem and bare legs, as it was so warm out. The dress was low cut and so showed off her cleavage. She knew that. We arrived early, and for the life of me, I couldn't see what he was worried about. There was an almost even mix of males and females, and everyone seemed nice. The booze flowed, and I was having a great time. Even Joel seemed to be enjoying himself.Around ten, things changed, an elaborate water pipe appeared. One with many mouthpieces, and a rather large bowl. Joel found me. "Be careful of that," he said indicating the bong. "It will have hash in it, and it will knock your socks off."I thanked.