I had heard rumours about her: it was said that she was a man in drag andthings like that. According to the rumour, someone had collided with herand f...lt her erection.I only partially believed it, but the rumour was sufficient to keep thepupils guessing. For me, the thought of my favourite teacher - the one Ifantasized about the most - not being a true woman, was too hard to thinkabout.However, there were some indications that she slightly different to theother female teachers: her hands were. As she sat breathlessly she opened her eyes and looked up at me, she smiled and whispered a thank you.I opened my jeans and let them fall to the ground, lifting her up by the elbows her skirt fell down, I bent down and slipped her knickers off her ankles, turning her to face the wall by the sink she put her hands on the taps, I scrunched up her skirt, pulled my undies down and parted her thighs. With my cock in my hand I ran it up her bum crack.And then opening her cheeks I slotted into her wet. ?Though her ribs hurt and her elbow was also badly grazed the pain added to her excitement. ?Must allow enough time to clean up? she thought, then stood nude in front of the camera, posed with the sharp broken edge of the knife, about 2 inches from the handle, pressed into her belly. Half a dozen photos, now time to add some more blood. Must remember to twist to get in the wounds from her fall in the garage into some of the shots. ?Oh my? for the first time she felt close to an orgasm without. Linda looked at her father scared and slowly shook her head yes. Sliding her chair back she looked for the napkin but couldn’t see it.“I don’t see it,” Linda looked at her father.“Get down on the floor and find it honey,” her father asked her again. Linda felt Eric and Caroline watch as she slowly got down on her knees and slid under the tablecloth to find the napkin. It was way on the other side of the table but she knew better than to say anything as she slowly crawled under the table towards.