"Pete followed Violet up some stairs, watching her ass sway in her tight jeans. He began to get hard and felt the cold steel embrace preventing him fr...m becoming erect. He had now way to know that Violet was swaying her ass for his benefit. Violet led him through a doorway into her bedroom. It looked like a tornado had hit. There were bras, panties, shirts, pants, skirts, and socks all over the floor. Crumbs and a beer can or two decorated the carpet."Better get to work, now. The washing. The feel of his hard, almost polished cock head against my tounge makes my mouth water and I start applying spit to his shaft, making my hand slide even easier up and down. He moans and I feel his hand on the back of my head, pushing me closer to him; pushing his cock further into my mouth. I feel his head growing bigger, almost pulsating as I milk him slowly, precum still oozing out and onto my tounge. It is almost too much, and I feel the urge to touch myself becoming overwhelming. My hand. He couldn’t hit her, no, teachers couldn’t touch the students. It was probably just going to be him giving her a stern lecture on the importance of keeping track of time, or some other stuff like that. Thinking she had an idea what to expect, Ashley started to relax and think about her upcoming weekend plans. Her parents were going away, and she was really excited to have the house to herself. She couldn’t wait.The bell rang, and the students around her quickly gathered their stuff, heading off. "Michael is that you?" she asked.No longer frozen, I fled the kitchen, almost knocking her over as I ranfor the stairs. Damn heels! I stumbled but made it to the top withoutfalling. I dashed inside my room and slammed the door behind me. OhGod, I thought as I dived on to my bed. Have I ever been so scared andfrightened? My heart felt as if it would burst at any moment and Iwished it would. I started crying. It might have been a couple minutes or maybe it was more, but eventuallythe door.