"Yes thanks," I lied, gulping as I pulled my bright orange prisontrousers down, along with the threadbare prison-issue boxers, until theycame to rest ...around my ankles."I didn't sleep well, not that you asked," Miss Stevens pouted as I bentover her knees, my bare bottom still feeling red-raw from yesterday'sassault. I winced at the thought that I'd already put a foot wrongsomehow."I was going to-" I began to interrupt, but I was swiftly silenced by thewhip-crack of Miss Stevens' hand against my. I'm sure your teacher would not mind?" Donald turned around and winked at the middle aged women, "If you send her with me, you can have the time of your life tonight." he promised. The teacher nodded, blushing a little. "Alison, go with Mr. Royce to discuss an idea, it will be extra credit for you as well." the teacher explained. "Well it's been nice, a pleasure to meet you all, how about we get going Alison?" Donald suggested as he traveled to the door. Alison gathered her stuff and followed. His hands easily glided over her flawless skin, and she let out a soft sigh as he massaged her shoulders and upper back, before sliding down to her sides and hips.The puffy head of Davey’s swollen cock occasionally bumped into Abby’s hip like a ramrod as he soaped her lower back and sides, then as he pulled her closer to him, the length of his penis pressed between her fleshy ass cheeks, and his hands slid upwards and cupped both of her large, milky white breasts.“Ohhhhh,” Abby groaned as Davey. It had been a warm summer evening when she and her boyfriend had sought privacy among the carefully tended gardens behind her parent’s mansion. Having finished a game of tennis they had strolled to a secluded little clearing away from easy view of the house. Beginning with passionate kisses, their tongues entwining as her boyfriend’s hands caressed her with increasing intimacy she soon found herself on her knees, her mouth filled with his hardening flesh. Not wanting to be discovered by her.