“Claire and K, could you do a few more things together during the Titanic song? I mean like maybe a deux entrechat or cabriole?”“Listen to him, ...Kalista—it almost sounds like he knows what he’s talking about,” Claire said as they both giggled and I blushed.“Actually, I have been looking all over the Internet for help on both ballet terms and moves, so I sincerely hope I am sounding like I know what I am talking about, so there!” I stuck my tongue out at them.“So, could you match your Piqué’s. “What are you doing lazing around back here boy,” I heard Mr. Price’s booming voice and jumped until I realized he was talking to Scott and not me. “I was just taking a nap,” Scott said, he was not a bright boy apparently, this having been the first time I worked with him, I didn’t know him all that well. “Don’t you think you should be working?” “Sir, I’m tired, do you have to be such a pushy bastard?” What I heard next shocked me, Mr. Price had taken Scott by the arm and dragged him back. So I stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy hole as I could, the vice like grip on my head seemed to limit the length of my tongue but I delved it as deep as it would reach. Her hips bucked up and her thighs released me at the same time, almost throwing me across the room. “FUCKING HELL” she shouted as she obviously enjoyed and intense orgasm, shaking from head to toe. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that?” she asked. I had to think quick, did I tell her that I had been shagging for several. "Give her something she can feel in her cunt."Cyril watched in amazement as Karen curled her thumb into her palm and quickly stabbed her whole hand into Helen's gaping gash. With slow deliberate strokes Karen fucked Helen's cunt with her hand until she felt it was loose enough for her fist. Pulling her hand out, she curled her fingers into a fist and forced it back into Helen's body."Can you get a better angle," Gilly asked, "I'm sure Karen's just shoved her fist into my mum ... Oh God yes..