. and grabbed my cock. The clock started again.I slid into her asshole, but it was not easy. It took twenty seconds, and she was moaning like a dying ...an pleased to die. Once fully embedded, I began a slow in and out motion. Ten seconds later, spurred on by her rising voice, I was fucking her like a madman. My body felt more alive than it ever had did. I was banging my mother's lover and... I turned around and saw my mother fingering her slit slowly. A small silver tray sat on her dresser.. Sometimes while teaching he kept his hand on my thighs and squeeze if I committed a mistake and the slowly rub my thighs, I slowly got used to it and never felt it, It is only now that I lokk in retrospect and know. Sometimes he would pull the frock or skirt upwith his hands and then rub my thighs, I can’t say any feeling of sex but it certainly gelt good , I felt close to him, and there was a tingling sensation. During exams he would give us to learn and keep us long.he would go inside and. He stood away and I looked up at him. His cock was harder than I had seen it before. “I loved that.” He said.He looked at his watch and told me to suck him for five more minutes and then make him cum. I knelt in the centre of the room and gave him a loving stimulating blow job. When he was ready he simply said...“Swallow it all.” A torrent of hot semen gushed from his wonderful cock. He came so much! It was thrilling to manage his needs and I gulped his fluid down with pride. When he was empty. Sarah assured him that she would not take any pictures of the men's faces. Sarah is as cute as a bug's ear and can turn on the charm when she wants to. Mr. Blue did not have a chance and gave in to the idea of Sarah taking pictures. I then asked Mr. Blue to glaum some black grease paint. It would be easier to get off Sarah's and my skin than shoe polish. All the home boys laughed just then and I wondered if I had cleaned all of the shoe box disguise off my mug.I went over the things I had found.