So, when it was time to leave, she had to ask her teacher for a towel, so she could clean her chair. And it seemed; her teacher found it funny in the ...ay how she smiled at her while she watched her clean up her mess.When Sandra returned the towel, her teacher told her, "Als je altijd zo opgewonden geraakt, dan kun je beter een handdoek op het secretariaat gaan halen." (If you always get this excited, you better go fetch a towel at the Secretariat.)"Dat is misschien een goed idee," Sandra. " And Sara moaned loudly at being called that—a cumslut—that was fucking hot. The licking became more urgent—more desperate. Kristy grinded her hips roughly down on her face as she brought a finger down behind her body to play with her own ass. This was something she did sometimes when she was very horny, she'd lightly run a finger around her butthole and play with herself. She pushed the digit into her hole and was completely turned on. She was going to cum soon on her friend's face.Now Sara. She was the type of woman who has always intimidated me—no nonsense, driven. She stepped back a few paces. She regarded me. “Don’t slouch. Stand up straight. Look me in the eye. Put your shoulders back.” What could I do?She walked around me very slowly, painting me with her gaze. I felt myself growing wet under it. My mind was racing and I began to worry about the hour. I was already late for home. I wouldn’t have a chance to clean the house properly before Master J-- came home and I had so. She then stood up, walked a few feet away, raised up her Dress to mid thigh and rotated in a full circle and asked if I liked the view.She walked up closer to me, raised her Black Suede High Heeled Spiked Shoe to my cock and shifted her weight until she was rubbing the toe of her High Heel on my now super hard prick. She told me she had seen me looking at her legs and High Heels and wanted to let me know that I could do whatever came to my mind. Karen told me that she loved wearing sexy.