I muttered something like, soon and had this embarrassed but aroused look on my face.I tried to cover myself but again he moved my hand away. He took ...his hand and slowly began stroking me, up and down my lil shaft. He would pinch my cock head every so often and soon took his other hand and cupped my sack with it.I felt my breath catch again, my heart was going crazy. I could feel him playing with my sack and I spread my legs abit farther apart. He soon shifted his hand position, he still had. Then I went to coupe… he didn’t arrive yet. I called him but he didn’t pick. I was in panic. “Will he come or not?” was the only question running in my mind… after 6 to 7 calls he picked and didn’t even cared to apologies or greet me but just informed that he ll be there in next 5 min.Just before few minutes the departure he came with sweat all over… I saw him from the coupe by popping my head out which I was continuously doing expecting him.I went behind the door and closed the door without. The ride was hard and fast, and like nothing she had ever felt with Greg before. This was the very thing he had promised, and as Stacy’s orgasm hit her last clear thought was that he had definitely delivered. She was vaguely aware of her Joker stiffening inside her, and shivered when she felt him coat the walls of her pussy with his seed. When she opened her eyes he had withdrawn and was pulling up his pants. Stacy started half-heartedly pulling down her skirt, but stopped in shock. The next three orgasms were relatively quick, and she turned the vibrator off, slid a little closer to me, and commanded, "Clean me up, slave."I bent over and lapped up slave M's pussy juice. It was a little uncomfortable with my hands handcuffed in front of me, but I licked and sucked as best I could. I gave her two more orgasms before she commanded me, "Stop."I sat up in the desk, and felt the blood rushing back into my hands. Slave M got up from the top of the teacher's desk, picked up a.