It wasn’t long until he spewed his seed deep inside her.Phred pushed her against the hallway wall, jolting her back to reality and roared, “I ough... to fuck that hot cunt right here!”John interrupted him and suggested, “Let’s go inside our room, then we can strip her and make her do what we want!”Phred nodded in agreement as John unlocked the door. Once they were inside the room, there was a flurry of hands, mouths, and clothing.John didn’t bother to close the curtains, after all who would see. Mr Jenkinson, the history teacher in his late sixties had a reputation as being holier than thou, who made the pretence of strongly disagreeing with her approach to education. He had once made a complaint about her liaisons with the boys, which he had promised to drop in return for a sexual encounter of his own. But she didn’t do blackmail. If he had only asked, she thought at the time, like everyone else, she would probably have said yes.“Oh my goodness. Did you fuck him?”“No I just wanked him. Poor old Arthur... I'd known him for over twenty years now and it was he who'd introduced me to the d/s scene and shown me what a sub-slut I really was. Now in his sixties and a widower to boot, he couldn't get it up anymore and so he was reduced to calling round my place once a fortnight and, after dressing up in his black leather gear and silver chains, torturing and humiliating me. Over the 'phone last week, he'd promised me some thing new today, but I couldn't imagine what this could. He raked the fork up and down, up and down, sweeping it gently from between her cleavage to just above her belly button, yet avoiding the navel itself. For now, anyway.Sometimes about an inch above the navel he'd 'turn' the fork to the right, continuing a trail that raked & curved down her lower tummy. Other times he'd draw a "figure 8," skimming the fork from just under her breasts and making the center of the "8" just north or south of her cute little navel, before finishing off the bottom.