The teachers would come to our hostel and take the special classes in separate rooms. My special classes began with an hour speech of my failure and w...ays to improve that. As my special classes were on schedule, my mind would often wonder into the world of my darkest fantasies. Then my teacher would shake me to my senses. After couple a week , my teacher understood that my mind was not in the studies and asked, “ What is wrong with you? Why aren’t you concentrating in your studies?”.” I am. He bragged pulling her to her feet. How about that patch of lawn over there? Or do you want to pay me right here? Do what? Angel asked. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach. It wasnt too hard to guess what he wanted. She blushed, feeling a completely new sensation in her crotch. Stripe twitched his whiskers rolling his eyes. Here or in the grass. He insisted. You owe me Slut or Angel if you wish. I owe you&hellip,Well I suppose the grass would be better. She said wondering why she agreed. Blood rushes towards her breasts making her nipples little hard marbles. She feels the old man pulling her closer to him, while she still holds the uniform open. She can't stop herself. She knows she will soon reach an edge where she won't want to stop this at all. Then she feels the soft, wet warmness of his mouth locking over her one nipple and he starts to suck, while at the same time moving his tongue over the sensitive nipple. "God, Mr Denton...someone will catch us...oh, that feels so. Mom says it's part of growing up."Erin giggled and said, "Yeah, I guess it is. You know, I wish I'd have met you when I was twelve; I never would have done what I did with the asshole." What you did wasn't that bad. It was when he wanted to control you that things went wrong, right?"Erin stared across the water as she thought about what I said. "I guess you're right, Jenny. It wasn't that bad at first, it was kind of fun. When he started to treat me like he owned me, I wanted it to stop, but he.