Mrs. Sylvia was a no-nonsense type, and didn't believe in coddling her students. She often showed impatience with Alice's shyness and thought the best... way to overcome things was facing them head-on instead of hiding from them.In addition to Mrs. Sylvia, there was also her fellow classmates. While Alice wasn't the type to make enemies, she did attract a certain number of bullies who loved to torment her. It just so happened that all of her major bullies were in Mrs. Sylvia's class with. Each time I felt sure he was exhausted, lying on me, his breath on my abused nipples, muscles relaxing, the sounds next door would start up again, the energetic rythm of raw sex and the song of voices that accompanied it, and John would growl, lift himself up, and use his body to assault mine yet again.At three in the morning it went quiet next door, the sounds of heavy sleep clear through the thin wall. John got off me, stood looking down at me, nodded at his handiwork and left without so much. When he told us to come out he checked us all to make sure we were clean. Two days later he found an excuse to punish a lad called Clarke. Clarke was fairly well endowed with a bum that many a gay male would just love. That lesson was started with the usual threats of we had to all do better.Clarke was to be picked out by him because he thought he could do better. He was told to spread himself over the table at the front of the class and his blazer was lifted up to reveal his pert backside. The. Her perky, perfect tits sprung out of their restraints, and stood at attention. Her nipples were small, and pink, and very erect. She slid the suit down past her waist, to reveal a neatly trimmed patch of hair just above her creamy smooth pussy. As she parted her legs to step out of her suit, her pussy lips came into view. They were talking, so I turned the sound up on the camera. “This is kinda lame.” Pattie said. “I don’t know why I let my mother talk me into this.”“I know.” Said Mandy. “I.