After completing my schooling I had to join a college since there was no 12 class in our school. During those days I used to miss her a lot. I used to...frequently visit my school only to see her. It was that time I started getting close to her. I used to go the school to meet my other teachers and mainly my rabia mam.One day at around 4 in the evening she was alone in the staff room and I went to school to meet her. Actually the school gets over at 3 in afternoon but she stays for completing her. The hands that were actually attached to my body held her broad hips for support. With some of the others, I groped, caressed, and slapped her fat ass, fondled and squeezed her huge, soft breasts, mashing them together. One stroked her hair, every now and then giving it a firm, but not harsh, tug. Another slipped down between her legs and frigged her clitoris. Still more hands rubbed her back and shoulders and caressed her thighs. Finally, the last two hands alternately eased back and pressed. After eight strokes, Jonathan stopped. Two members of the school’s kitchen staff now came onto the stage, carrying a large leftovers bucket. Ibby’s eyes and mouth were firmly shut as she was waiting for the disgusting humiliation to happen to her. “This is meant to be unpleasant, so Ibby will please open her mouth wide and keep it open until I tell her otherwise”, the headmaster announced. “If she closes it before I say so Carl will have to reapply the pliers.”Ibby’s skin was crawling with. I lean in putting my lips on the smooth edge of the glass and watch his face and he pours the red fluid down my throat. I love how he watches me, and I love watching his face at the same time wondering what is on his mind. He sets the glass on the counter and comes back to the tub, I feel his hands on my shoulders as he rubs them to help relax my muscles. His touch alone makes me sink further into the tub, but I can feel the wetness between my legs and the throbbing as blood fills my clit and.