I squealed loudly, as she pulled mynipples with her fingers.I was slightly moaning now. My innerthighs were wet with my sweat. I did not know what was...going through my body,but I certainly liked it. She moved her lips to my thighs. She started runningher tongue through my thighs. It went down to my feet. Now she was holding myfeet and sucking my toes one by one. She hugged my feet and rubbed her face onthem.I could feel her hot heavy breath on mybare legs. I had tightly closed my eyes. I moved. Throughout the afternoon, Theresa came into the classroom and took one of the students to the office and when they returned they were under strict instructions not to say anything about what happened or what they told the principal. Security ensured their compliance.It was after 7p.m. before I was called; deliberately they'd left me until last. Kate lay on my bed while I put cream on her welts; Roger looked on and I noticed the telltale bulge in his trousers but I was pretty sure he wouldn't. ‘Well…I thought we discussed this. I’m not going to make an issue of it but if you want me to come back tonight then I will’. Jenna looked downward with a demure smile. Two hours later the pub shut and they walked out hand in hand, hailing a cab back to Jenna’s luxury apartment in Central London. She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, having just put on a particularly tasty black nightdress which clung to her thighs and barely covered her modesty. ‘Christ, I’m five years older. We pushed our bicycles down what was left of the track till we came to the cemetery road proper. That one is surfaced with cement so we got on our bikes and headed down towards the village. We wheeled in past the first houses and soon arrived at my gate. I fished out the remote control and was delighted to see that it worked despite having been absolutely soaked. The gate slid open and Emma exclaimed, “wow,” when she saw the garden and the house. “This is really lovely,” she said as she pushed.