So she gave way to her inner desires and began to suck hard on the cock she mentally visualised to be in her mouth, but there was no disguising the ta...ste of the sperm that cock was now depositing down her throat. She balked at the taste. Not that it was badly tasting but it just could not be that she had swallowed the spunk of her inner desires, yet she knew the taste so well that it could not be anything else. Her mind recalled the taste of her own spunk, which she had been swallowing for a. I lifted her feet and tiedeach ankle to the back rungs, leaving Jenny fully impaled on the monstercock with no way to lift herself off.I brought a bottle of water to her lips. I told her that it had beendrugged to make her a compliant to whatever was about to happen. Marksent over the pills earlier in the week. I prayed to God that I wasn?tabout to poison my boyfriend, but the bitch was getting so worked upthat she swallowed down the entire bottle in just a few swigs.I put ear buds into each. Joan preferred taking a woman from behind because it enforced her belief that the slave had no alternative, but surrender. She thoroughly enjoyed forcing the sub to watch everything in the big mirror and relished hearing them beg for mercy. At each sign of weakness, Joan would intensify her assault until she extorted every ounce of will and determination out of the slave.The noise coming out of the change room was deafening. There were loud bangs against the walls and clanging of the door. My urges started to grow as I thought of her taking in my seed and demanding to become pregnant. I walked out towards her room with the intention of marking her when I noticed another teacher, Mrs. Swanson heading towards the cafeteria.“Mr. Snead, how are you today? She asked in her always cheerful voice. “I hope the week of no school hasn’t stopped you from painting.” I smiled and informed her that I just finished a painting this morning. I asked if she had some free time to stop by and check.