After that, whenever she was around, I tried my best to sneak glances. I couldn’t get her out of my head. She wasn’t my usual fare, but there was ...omething about her that drew me in. She had a slight, girlish build: long, coltish legs that seemed mismatched to an ass that screamed out to be manhandled and a chest that was still filling out. She had that girl next door quality, with her t-shirt and jeans, relaxed attitude, and that smile: it had a way of disarming you, and yet it wasn’t the most. ” He wiggled his finger inside me, commenting on how good it felt. “There’s a camera in front of you, so if you don’t want to get into trouble you best just smile and open your legs a bit more for daddy.” Adding, “You’re so fookin ’tight, you dirty little tart!” I did precisely what he asked, even adding a little wiggle to my bum. Suddenly, I felt my pussy explode, and my juices flowed around his finger and out onto the palm of his hand. “You naughty little tart! Did I tell you to cum? You. After gently clearing my throat to let them know I was there, they both looked at me. Both on their knees, arms around the other’s back, breasts squashed up against each other, they turned their heads towards me. While no longer kissing, they remained in an embrace, their faces touching as they each looked at me with an identical pout. I was powerless. There was no way I could say no to one of them pouting at me, let alone both of them, naked and pouting at me, wanting nothing more than to. I had no idea why I was here this late Wednesday afternoon. I never spoke with the school's president alone if at all and in those rare times it was always with Dean Wilson and my fellow music instructors. If the president had policy changes we learned them through my dean."Go right on in," she said, hanging up the phone.I opened the door."Come in," Harlowe greeted friendly. "Close the door and have a seat." Yes, sir." I have something to discuss with you." What's that?" In a moment. How are.