"You're the rape guy, right?" she enquired at our first meeting. "Yes, it's my job to acquire oilseed rape for our biodiesel division," I stammered - ...disarmed by her beauty and poise. We were at a senior management team-building day - constructing rafts out of oil drums and driftwood. Bad enough at the best of times but in the middle of February this was employee abuse! I soon discovered that we were both totally unwilling participants in this exercise and we joked about escaping it. I wanted. When my alarm went off it occurred to me that today I could get dressed before going to school. Unlike last week, I could actually keep my clothes on all day today. After taking a quick shower with Pat I returned to my rooms to get dressed. I decided to wear a green polo shirt and a pair of black pants on Robert, and a blue polo shirt with a black skirt on Roberta.At breakfast, Jason and Amanda said that they were going to try to go to school nude again. When I asked then if they were sure I. Won’t it hurt? After all, my ass is not designed for a cock, like my pussy.”“It might at first,” I admitted, “but don’t you want to make me feel good too? You can already get into trouble for fucking one of your students, and if you don’t let me, I’ll tell everyone how you seduced me. I’m not sixteen yet either, so it would be statutory **** too.”Michelle quickly thought about what I had said. “Okay Dave, you don’t need to threaten me,” she said, “I want to please you, and if that’s what you. I began rocking my hips faster, becoming out of time with the music, yet not caring. As my head rolled back and my lips parted, he pushed his hips up into me, fucking me back as I fucked him. His hands let go of mine and went straight to my tits, pinching my nipples. This only amplified and hurried the wave that was beginning to crash within me…the wave of unrecognizable pleasure that I hadn’t known possible. I soon realized it was his cock rubbing back and forth against my g-spot, something.