About this time there were several gasps and ohhs and ahhs from the classroom, and Miss Taylor just walked in. She exclaimed kinda loudly “Matthew--...what are you doing”? I kinda blushed a bit, but simply replied “Im posing Miss Taylor—ain't that what I was sposed to do”? Well, yes—but not naked Matthew---you can't be naked in here “! “but Miss Taylor, it's art class right ? Isn't that what ya'll do—draw naked people”? “Umm no Matthew, not at high school level” Although I did still have on my. Meanwhile, you're kissing me again. Your pants are undone and I pull your dick out. Holding it, rubbing back and forth. You are so thick and perfect. This time I take half a step back. I look you straight in the eyes. A small flicker of a smile escapes the corner of my mouth. Without losing eye contact, I drop to my knees and lick you from the base to the tip of your penis then around the rim of it. My eyes go soft and shut as my mouth closes around your girth. One hand guiding your dick in my. Little Marie is struggling with even those simple chores, however. I must admit that the circumstances are not optimal for her, but I think I?m in my right to demand that she performs her duties to my satisfaction. After all she is staying at my house with free board and room and she even gets a little allowance. Not that she gets to go outside often but if she has been a good girl, I will pick up her things on my way home; a book, some chocolate or even stamps for a letter home. It?s the. The orgasm became all engulfing and my world tosses and turns and tips. It tips me just enough forward so that I loose my balance and I am suddenly flat on my face with my legs locked to my torso and my hands handcuffed behind my back. Not a good position if you want to get home.There in the middle of the corridor I try desperately to get back on my feet. In my struggle I find that I can use my forehead and my toes as purchase points. I manage to shuffle to the side of the corridor and am now.