It was a good one, though not entirely fulfilling. After an hour or so he gave my nipples a final lick and said he was gonna go. He said that he was g...nna return the next night too and asked me to shift the bed near to the window.The next day I moved the bed near the window n the pretext of getting more air at night and waited for my brilliant fucker boy. And yes there he was. But along with a few friends of his. He said they too had come along when he told them about this free boob and cunt. I had worn a bra inside my t-shirt but I still think he could make out my hard nipple. We both were becoming Hot now.My body was demanding more but my mind was forbidding me. Fortunately Yasir was following my mind. He just kept on changing from one breast to the other, playing, groping, fondling my fleshy globes. He even teased my nipples with his thumb and finger. For me it was a day where he had right for doing so (valentine’s day).But after all boys are boys, he was not content with it. He. ”It shocked me. I had not expected this. Had Julie or Debbie heard her? I shook my head, “No, no, no, Gloria. That was fantastic but you’ve just got carried away by the excitement of it all.”“No, you don’t understand. What do you think I have been trying to tell you?”“Gloria, we have an audience.”“Goyse, that doesn’t change how I feel. I don’t care who knows or who is listening. I love you.”“We don’t have the right to hurt people, Gloria, no matter how we feel or what we might think.”“I’m not. The outside chatter starts back up instantly.No headache occurs from such a massive switch, and I smile.“Did master enjoy watching me cum on my fingers?” my slave inquires.“I did,” I reply, easily. “I enjoyed so much that my cock almost hurts. Come over here, and suck the cum from my cock, slave.”Almost inhumanly fast, Donna is off her desk, and her lips are wrapped around me. Between the eroticism of watching her get off, while her students are outside, and the whole master/slave thing, it.