I shuffled around on Miss Manson’s lap and the History Mistress found that she had to push down with her left hand on my lower back. This pushed my ...ottom up, and out of my sight, Pauline smiled as she decided to push on with the punishment.“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”The young teacher smacked me alternately across my right, then my left, bum cheek, the sound Pauline’s hand made as it connected being muffled by my grey school skirt.I closed my eyes and thought about Pauline,. She moaned and bit down on my lips so hard it drew blood. I pulled out most of the way then went right back in slowly building up speed. Soon I had a piston motion going on. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me farther in I loved the way her womanhood squeezed me to the point of ecstasy. I knew if I kept going at this speed I would be able to make it much longer so I slowed to long hard thrusts inside of her. Her hands slid up my back and then down them probably leaving long marks. He was pleased when she agreed. He started the truck and drove off toward the park. Jenny was standing beside her car, waiting for him to arrive. He parked, climbed down from the big cab, and walked over to Jenny, holding out his hand to her. She took it, looking in his eyes as they met. No words were exchanged as they walked down the concrete steps to the seawall and headed east toward the rising moon. Tom realized he was tense with anticipation. Jenny was lovely and he was excited to be with. They might have taken payment in exchange but what they gave was a performance beyond avarice.His phone distracted his contemplative mood - it was a text message.It’s on for tonight, three guys, 8pm. Omega.The electricity of the thrill through his body was worth the disturbance.Pierre found himself clock watching all day. He tracked the time between three and four in the afternoon every five minutes. His patience worn thin, he finished his day early, and he needed a distraction.He pressed dial,.