."I made my way back to her bedside, trying not to appear to anxious. I paused to take in her beauty. Her breasts are perfect C cup, her nipples swol...en with excitement. Her stomach flat from hours spent in the gym. Her legs long and smooth, proof that running and biking kept her in great shape. Her hair covering the pillow as our gaze met, the lust and desire in her eyes could not be denied. It was time to get to it. She reached for some lube that she had in her bedside and patted the bed. While doing this I close my eyes and picture the evenings events, the cocks I sucked and cum I swallowed at the glory hole, the number of cocks that entered me and fucked me and most of all the amount of cum sprayed over my body.I resisted the urge to stroke faster instead keeping the same slow rhythm, before long my eyelids started to twitch and my toes tingle and curl. I felt the head of my cock swell as one last rush of blood came before a huge spasm sent a ribbon of cum flying that. You hear a click as he opens a bottle of massage oil. The next thing you feel is a drop of liquid running down your back, slowly and cool. The drop runs from your shoulders down your spine right to your lumbar vertebra before you feel the first touch of warm, strong fingertips. They are slowly spreading the massage oil over your back. It is smooth, almost like velvet running along your skin. ‘you feel very tense, Miss. let me help you with that.’ The fingertips spread out and you can feel the. . I was hoping you'd wear one when we..." Fucked?"The bitch blushed again and said, "Yes." No," I said with finality. Martha only nodded and finished getting ready. When we got to school there were still some minutes before the bell so I walked straight to the library. I wanted to see if Miss Librarian had dressed the way I wanted. She was seated at the main desk again. The bitch saw me right away and tried to ignore me. I walked over and saw she was dressed the same as the day before: slacks.