I tossed my fake ID in the shredder and put on a beautiful Sheath Blue dress I had. It screamed, ‘I am a professional business woman, leave me alone...’ Jordan didn’t seem to agree with my taste of outfit when I got to her house. It was 4:00PM on a Friday, and she took me to her room and disrobed me. I stood in front of the mirror in her walk-in closet, in my briefs and bra I purchased from Victoria Secret. She pretended to barf when she saw it, and pulled them off me with force. My body tingled. I was 16 years and she something about 33, Shirt curly hair and damn atteractive. Always an awesome cleavage showing her to small black bra and her softly bouncing big boobs,She didn’t teach me much as my view usually was at her en that damn hot cleavage. Offcourse she knew i was always staring at her and in her blouse.Often she stood at my desk to explain stuff, bending over my desk and driving me crazy with the view in her blouse and leaving me the rest of the class with a hard dick. Many. Paul put his hands on her knees and leaned over her, saying something into her ear. As he did, he pushed her legs apart. Her skirt was forced higher up her thighs, and her stocking tops and garters became visible. Jen laughed and pushed him away. She said something to him, and then hopped off the stool, pushed down her skirt, and started walking away.Paul followed her, and pulled her into a secluded corner. Paul held her arms, keeping her from getting away."Paul, stop -- stop!" Jen said,. He remained chaste and sullen. He tried to show his pride, but at every turn I presented him with teases that would be followed through if he only got with the program."Clean me out," I told him. "Suck the cum of another man out of your wife's pussy, and then I will give you what all those other men have had."He sat at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on my well used cunt. He was in a trance, mesmerized by my body, by my pussy, by my scent. He had been denied for so long. I could see him.