She was a perfect feminine shape, as far as he was concerned. Perfect in every way in fact. Especially in how she was gradually falling so thoroughly ...under their control, with Matt’s psychology know-how.Nikki was trying to shake the idea that her class, with her friends and everyone she spent time with, were all watching her get fucked, naked on the desk, by their forty-something teacher. Normally in this room they were all here. They were going to see her cum, any minute. Or they would’ve. At first I thought it was a trick of some sort. But when hubby explained how he had caught Mike checking out my legs all night long he knew Mike would fuck me if given the chance. I told my husband that evening while we where getting ready that my skirt was to short and something might happen. I was almost right, it wasn't to short I knew all the husbands where enjoying my tan legs. Mike was one of the single guys we had invited. I never thought about fucking him. But when my husband told me to. Why not hang out in the shower on the top floor and see what comes. So I grabbed my robe and shower kit, up to the top floor I went. I reached the shower and was disappointed to find no one in there. I thought about what to do and decided to wait and see who if anyone would enter in the next thirty minutes. About fifteen minutes later I heard some one walking down the hall, I quickly sprung to action. I went in to the shower room and moved to the farthest shower head and turned it on. I was. Fuck. Out.’ Doris said, her face instantly changing to a mask of fury and hatred. ‘I’ve had enough of this shit. I want you out of my house. Right the fuck now. I want you out, and I’m going to check and see if there’s anything missing. If there is, so help me fucking God, I’ll break your fucking knees.’ Doris’s vision narrowed to slits and she stared down the intruder. ‘Mistress,’ pleaded the assumed burglar. ‘And stop that shit right now.’ ‘But,’ she stammered. ‘But nothing. You, out of my.