Again I feel my foot being brushed. I frown in annoyance, moving my feet closer under my gown. I try to glimpse under the table, but the heavy white ...starched tablecloths obscure everything from view. As I feel hands encircling my ankles, I nearly give a cry of alarm. A muffled sound emanates from my lips and my neighbours look at me in concern. My hands flutter to my chest and I give a delicate cough. The moment passes and the feast is the focus of attention once more. The hands under the. In a way, her silence was a relief, but then ... then, when Christine was 16, the 'accidents' began."It had begun simply enough, scraps of parchment dropped from the flies with childish scrawling in blood red ink ordering different members of the ballet corps or the chorus to improve their performance. After the notes, came the pranks ... Pointe shoes missing or with the ribbons tied into horrendous knots, costumes switched or torn and props forever "misplaced." It seemed harmless. And, damn me. Mutual oral sex was something that Kate and I attempted only once with neither success nor enjoyment. When Alicia and I proceeded from intercourse to sixty-nine that morning however there was wonderful success when after a long time of her on top taking my cock well into her mouth while riding my face with her pussy I finally ventured from simply lapping within her sex-swollen pussy lips to probing my tongue as far into her as I could and then licking further around, eventually straining my. ”“Give it here, boy,” she said sternly, shutting the door behind her.“Nah, I don’t think so.”“GIVE IT TO ME, BOY!”Mrs Drummond lunged forwards suddenly, much like John had, and Josh quickly waved the wand and shouted.“ORGASM!”“oooooOOOOOO!” Mrs Drummond fell forwards, Josh dodging out of the way as she grabbed onto her desk for support. He watched the older woman thrust her hips forwards and backwards as she rode out her spontaneous orgasm.“You were saying?” Josh asked, grinning.“What…what did.