Everyone but me it seemed. Making me wonder what was wrong with me.. getting ahead.. hah. My year was horrendous. Unbearably painful and never ending... School was my sanctuary ... so I was glad to school in the summer. I dressed in a blue skirt and white blouse. Being a private student . Suited me fine. Cynthia was unexpected... I, always a quiet student ,proud of my grades and work ethic. Had a athletic body. I peaked in Cynthia’s office and saw her in the chair. “ professor can I see u..?”. I couldn't stop thinking about him, and began to hope I would see him again. We did see each other in passing a few times, made some embarrassed but significant eye contact, and said "hi," but that was all that happened. Maybe he thought I would think he was harassing me if he tried to follow up on it, but he seemed also to be giving me an opportunity, as he usually stayed right up until closing time. One night I saw my chance, as the one remaining staffer was anxious to leave for a date, so I. ‘Maybe I’ll put my own mark on her,’ he added. ‘If she earns it.’ I was determined to earn it. I wanted his mark, his brand, his whatever it was that he needed to deem me his property. I knew for the first time in my life that I was in the presence of pure power, and that whether anyone else knew it, he already owned me. I was just waiting for him to take possession. I would beg him if necessary. His hand slid from my butt to my pussy and his fingers began to probe my clit as I writhed in. Then Kyra started to increase the pace; her hand had moved to rubbing her little clit as she pumped up and down. Tammi sensed the change in the girl's mood and quickened her thrusting. She held Kyra's hips as she plunged more strongly into her, and received high-pitched moans as her response. The demure little girl was now just a common slut as she indulged her desires; now in top gear, she groaned as her orgasm began to intensify. Tammi was now fighting to keep her in place as Kyra threw.