A smiles forms on Ms. Jones lips as a thought pops in her head, she excuses herself and heads out to her car. She returns a few minutes later and cont...nues her conversation with her co-worker but always with one eye on her new slave. She has a surprise for her and she doesn’t want to miss the chance to give it to her.Both of their meals arrive with in moments of each other and they enjoy their meal one lost in a book the other in conversation about work. When Ms. Jones sees Amy get up and head. The child was beautiful and yet, and yet, she was not quite still a child; at sixteen she was in the first flush of being a beautiful young woman as her jet black hair, worn usually in two long plaits, emphasised the fair complexion and sky blue eyes. Father Reilly saw her at her home one evening when he visited to sort some trivial details of the procession; her hair was flowing freely and her everyday clothes did nothing to hide her fast developing figure. As she brought him some tea, then. He stammered through clenched teeth and said loudly he can’t decide where before he’s cock just exploded in front of me without either of us touching it. I licked my lips for whatever I could reach with my tongue then reach immediately for a smoke as he slumped backwards into a chair visibly spent from it.I picked he’s phone number up reading it again and without looking asked him if this is all he wants? He nodded yes for the moment and then added if I would dress how he liked and I said sure. Although he clearly liked looking up my skirt, his job was obviously very important and he wasn’t going to risk anything.However, we had a routine whenever I was in his class. His pen would drop to the floor and I’d carry on working like a good student whilst opening my legs and giving him an eyeful. Mr. Larkin wasn’t particularly good looking but I liked the idea of his cock being hard for the rest of the lesson. I always wore white knickers so he could see the damp patch that seemed to.