She wondered if Mrs. Reeves would let her.Her conflicted emotions were fading. She began to feel like she normally did at the height of her playtime, ...when she was alone and overcome with lust. Her mind no longer wondered if she was wrong or bad or dirty. She didn’t fear she’d go to hell. It wasn’t about that anymore. She decided she could trust her teacher, she could believe her. Mrs. Reeves was an adult. She knew how the world worked, and she wasn’t afraid to tell Melanie the things her. Spinning me around, Luke gathered me to him, my back slithering against his abdomen as his hands slid over my ribs, one rising to capture my right breast, his thumb brushing repeatedly over my nipple, the other moving lower across my belly then lower still, finding my now-aching centre. Already aroused, it took only a few sure strokes of his clever fingers to make me come, my rapturous sob resonating around the bathroom. He held me close while I floated back down to earth, murmuring. Dirty whore! Sleazy bitch! All you want to do is fuck cocks! Right? You just want to lay around all day with your legs spread open and screw. The more he talked dirty to her, the hornier she got. She couldnt hold back the first shattering, splendid orgasm, the first of many she knew she would have before the day was over…. He filled her with his cock juice, covered her with his sweat and when he was gone, she rested for a few minutes before picking up the phone. Doug, her husband, should be. I changed my comments to match: "What a wonderful slut you are going to be for us", "I'm going to fuck you in the ass soon", "We are both going to fuck you in public where other people will see you."The twitches grew into spasms, and Carol started calling out in between her groans, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, oh, oh, it's going to be big, oh, it's coming, it's coming." Her volume and thrashings rose louder and louder.I'd never seen Carol so excited. In my few previous sessions with her.