All those young, virginal girls that I had such a crush on. So far, I had popped Amber Matheson’s cherry during lunch, making the girl whimper as I ...aught her all about sex. “Heather.”“Yes, Ms. Marcie?” she asked. Only my girl students could call me Ms. Marcie. All the boy students had to call me Ms. Baumgartner.“I need to speak with you in the hallway,” I said, my voice stern. My cock was too hard for me to teach. I needed relief.As much as I wanted to fuck my daughter, I wanted it to be far. ” Leon told me this very matter of fact. I assumed the exit procedure he talked about was the auction.“Do you think it will lower the value?”. I was trying to confirm I understood what was happening, because the money didn’t matter to me.“With what her stepdad is willing to pay for her, it should more than make up for it. Do you want a go at her first sir?”Not the reaction I was expecting, but yeah I would like a go at her. “Yeah” I responded way more eager than I intended.“There is one more. I kept at it, just enough to keep myself hard until I heard the water turn off. Then carefully put it away and did my pants up again.“Be up in the attic for a bit,” she said, standing in the doorway, this time dressed in a tie-dyed halter dress that showed off a wide expanse of stomach and shoulders, not to mention leg.“Want some help with the ladder?”“Think I got it. Back in a while.”She turned her back to me. The halter was more or less backless. A single tie behind her neck and one around. "Tina Webster. I'm supposed to start today"."Of course you are. Come up". The voice was young, light, cheerful. Tina felt the tension in her stomach lift a little."I can't get in", she told the disembodied voice. "There's no door handle"."I know that", came the sing song reply. "Wait for the buzzer, you fool".Fine, she thought. No problemo. I'll wait for the buzzer.The buzzer sounded. Tina pushed. And the door opened.She found herself in a rather tatty entrance hallway, with new maroon flock.