A strong hand gripped her left ankle she felt her leg pulled towards the foot board then released, she tested it, yes he had clipped her ankle to the ...estaint. Now the other leg, she feigned resistance pulling against his grip but to no avail he had her at his mercy again..She stiffled her grin but could feel her heart speed up and her pussy start to moisten.Seconds became minutes as she lay her breasts exposed her nipples hardening her pussy beginnning to ooze this wasn't fair at this rate she. It wasn't fair to either of you. For what's it worth, I'm sorry about wasting your time and not being able to pay you better or give you more benefits," Vicki opened up to them, her hands trembling as she acknowledged some unpleasant facts."So, you're going out of business and you thought that this was a surprise? Vicki, sugar, no offense, but I figured that out weeks ago. That's why we brought in your 'prospective client', who should be here pretty darn soon. I think that you'll recognize her.. I was so lost in all that was happening that I just sat and watched. I could feel my cock pulsing in my pants. I was mesmerized and aroused by this strange man massaging my wife’s tit and pinching her hard nipple. I thought I could hear her moaning softly as he fondled her breast. I was shocked at how far she was letting all of this go. She looked down at the man’s hand on her breast and then turned and smiled at him. The further she let things go, the harder my cock became. I looked back at. .” Shock rippled through me. Slut? “Yes, Mrs. Faye.”I bounded to my feet and obeyed her. I rushed up to the front of the classroom, my skirt swirling. I could feel the air flowing up between my thighs and caressing my pussy, brushing through the wispy strands of my strawberry-blonde cunt hairs. “Bend over the desk and hike that skirt,” Mrs. Faye said, still aiming the phone at me. She was recording this?“Yes, Mrs. Faye,” I moaned and obeyed her. Right there, before my entire class, I flipped up.