I couldn't help myself from not feeling aroused by it. I delved a hand into my jeans shorts and felt my crotch and true enough the evidence was there ...or me to perceive – my panties was wet. I don't know if what happened next happened because I made it so, or if it was done by the circumstances that had somehow propelled a man called Morris into my folk's life, but the next thing I knew the door came open and I stumbled into the room. A black man's bulky frame, Morris no doubt, was at that. She was going to have to submit to this woman. ‘I’ll do whatever you want,’ she said quietly. ‘That’s a good girl,’ Earlene said, now with a much friendlier tone in her voice. Kelli had to put a hand over her own mouth as she realized that Earlene was going to take her friend, and Tasha was going to let her do it. ‘Turn around Tasha. Put your hands up on the lockers,’ the big woman said as she steered the girl around. Tasha turned and slowly lifted her hands up to shoulder height and put them. Her nipples were already flushed and pink, and as he ran his fingers over them one at a time, they visibly hardened, with little excited goose-bumps around the aureoles.………I could hardly believe my eyes. And I was quite surprised at how aroused I was starting to feel myself. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and touched the front of my plain white panties – there was a wet patch there already. Was I that turned on at the sight of my teacher’s bare tits? Maybe it was the thought that I may be. Is now me, or I am her. So, J-o-a-n-n-a. I hate Petra. She is a mindlessbimbo. Nice enough, but stupid. Joanna will do... nicely. Jo even, ifyou like." She smiled at Bec and held her arms open wide. The corelooked solid on the surface, but if Bec cringed or pulled back that corewould crumple like a sand castle hit by a wave.With a half sob, half laugh Bec slumped forward into those arms. Bothwomen were crying silently, tears running down their faces.Behind the glass Dr Franklin turned to wipe a.