Then she spotted a model gazing at her. Porcelain skin. Light yellow, nearly white blonde hair. Delicate, beautiful features, looking like Twiggy back... in the sixties. Tall and slim like all the models, with a perfect model's butt. Dressed just like Sarah in a generic robe and nothing else. The blonde looked up from her books, a thick text and a yellow note pad, lowered her cute cat's eye glasses and gazed at Sarah. She waved Sarah to her."Sit," she said. "I know that look." She had a. Straight, brown hair lightly polishing her tanned shoulders was tied back with a bobbin, the raising of her arms caused both tits to rise slightly. ''How many are you done?'' she asked, white teeth visible as words fell from her lips. ''Done now'' I replied, just finishing the last word in the sentence. ''Bring it up to me then'' she said while writing something on a small, pink notepad. Standing up the heat got to my head suddenly, causing me to feel a bit ill. I took off my school blazer and. Pushing two fingers inside her pussy. She keeps sucking her masters cock, gagging over and over as she takes it deep down her throat. She continues to play with her wet pussy, she looks up at her master and shes the smile on his face. Then he grabs the back of her head and pulls her hair making her suck so deep and passionately. He then pulls her off and says “stop playing with your pussy and come her and have masters hard cock.” She stands up and slides her black cotton panties off then bends. As the first volley came, Sandy squeezed my balls in perfect sequence. The shot hit the back of her throat. Three, four more times, then my convulsions subsided. Sandy rose, my hands almost instinctively cupping her copious breasts. She leaned into me, her lips against mine, her tongue splitting my lips. I received her, my embrace not tempered by any rationalization, accepting her probing tongue and sharing what she held for me. We broke apart, a string stretching from our lips as we separated..