." Ken implored, but he remained seated."I've been fucking him as soon as you leave for work, and guess what? I'm going to do it morning, afternoon an...d night from now on!" Misha, this is outrageous! Is it some kind of joke?" Ken's eyes began to fill. He wanted to get up from the chair. Not from rage, but in fear; he wanted to run from the room and away from what he knew was the truth."The only joke is you, Ken-boy," she quoted Bob."Misha," Bob said it this time.Misha flashed him a reassuring. She soon realised that 1pm on a Wednesday afternoon was not the time anyone would be using a glory hole so she resolved to go home and return that Friday night.So here she was, Friday night in her room, her favourite lingerie on, cutest dress, the best she could do with her makeup and the butterflies in her stomach. Her cock was raging between her legs, so hard and swollen she thought it might explode, she couldn’t pull out now, she was ready. She grabbed her big coat to cover herself as best. Um, Kat... we need to talk about what you wrote here.”Kat assumed a demeanor or girlish innocence. “Yes?”“You know that this is very inappropriate. If anyone read this we would both be in trouble, especially me.”“I’m sorry,” said Kat. “It’s just that you’re so beautiful.”“Well, thank you, I guess,” answered the teacher, looking down at the paper for a moment. “It’s not unusual for people to have certain feelings for their teachers sometimes. But it’s very important to respect boundaries.”“Yes,. That strange mixed face that she could see made her own faceflush with energy. Her afterglow just grew worse, her pussy tingling.Karen slid her finger between his ass cheeks, his body tensing when sheteased around his little anus. It tingled, a strange sensation runninginside of him. His ass grew warmer, a tickling sensation growing insideof his body. "Right now his anus is growing wet. He makes a lovelywetness like you have in that wonderful pussy of yours. It cleans himout, and at the same.