Lookingback over my shoulder, I saw the tall, muscular body ofSandhu.He was slowly stroking his thick dick.“You kids want to have some real adul... fun?” he said,sliding a hand between my ass cheeks and dipping hisfingers into my cunt. I saw Raj was doing the same toPrachi. Raj took a blob of cum from Prachi’s cunt andrubbed it over his dick head. He then took two fingersand shoved them into her asshole. Simultaneously, I feltSandhu inserting two fingers in my. All four happen to be women. Although I have been working on getting a couple guys to attend no takers yet.Ring! Ring! Ring!My cellphone goes off. Ending my practice I slowly sit up and rotate my body one hundred and eighty degrees to face the wall of mirrors I have set up for the class to see their postures. Unzipping my bag which is to my right to see one of my male students had called. Tapping a few buttons to call back I wait for him to pick up.“Hello, Jamie I have big news for you” he says. They would make her feel like she was their toy, a toy for their pleasure. A plaything. Like a little Mexican Barbie that could be bent in different positions, could be manipulated and abused as much as its owner wanted and there wasn't anything she could do about it but take it. To take the abuse while her pussy lathered up with her desire for more and more of their games, their cruelty.Another shiver passed through her at the thought making her shudder. She shook her head defiantly,. The library was run by the two of us, me and Mrs Mary Jones, a woman who was very active in the community as well as being a well organised librarian. She was in her mid sixties, tallish, a long face with horsy teeth, smiling eyes and a cheerful disposition which made her fun to have as a boss. Her greying hair was shoulder length and she held her portly physique well and looked like she had the strength of a farmer’s wife. Her husband, the well respected parish vicar Reg Jones, was a nice chap.