When you are a teacher you are almost like a priest. You cannot ever think about sex or show that you have it. I had never been in such a place. It wa...s not a bad place like I would have thought. It was well lit, with shelving all over the walls. It was like being in a real boutique, but it was an x-rated shop. There was a woman that worked the counter. There were a few rooms in the back and toys everywhere. I was looking around and trying not to be noticed. There were guys in there and when. "Ooooh this feels so good, so good. Your cock feels so good." She was almost crying. Her body was out of control, shaking all over. I could see she was close to cumming. Her eyes were rolling; her mouth fell open as if making a sound that no one could hear. And then she came. Her body shuddered and her legs gripped my waist tighter than they already had."Oh my God, oh my God, yeees, yeeeeeees," she moaned. Her orgasm hit her hard, like water crashing on a rocky coast. Her pussy contracted. I got married to a Daali Wala Guy but later found out that he is not too much in sex. His odor was unbearable, so I tried to stay away from him and enjoy my life. My most of the sexual experience came from my home. My mom and dad very much sexually active and I don’t see any day when I didn’t hear my Mom’s moans from her room. I some time spied on them through the hole of door knob.Very often my Vagina got wet, because of the feelings of sex; my husband was not a climax person. He never made me. Gwen or Alice ushered me from group to group introducing me, and each group was highly amused and thankful for my presence. Other groups could not wait for me to get around, and sent out emissaries to collar me. My bottom was pinched as girls brushed past. Twice I was actually yanked by the cock, and dragged off to another small group. There had to be forty or so women, of all ages, in the room, and I am sure I got to every one of them.It was then decided that I should make the official.