Please Mrs. Ashley, I, Mike Sullivan, beg for you to help me.” The way the boy presented his case left Mrs. Ashley feeling a bit guilty, she ...hadn't been as attentive as she could have been with her students and it was apparent in the way this boy asked for help, "Alright, Mike come in and close the door." She pulled the black overcoat back over her blouse and went to close the blinds so that no one could see into the classroom from the outside. “Mike do you think I am. She was primed. Really ready. All day long she had teased Lakmal and been teased, and the pressure was building inside of her. She felt it from inside her chest. Lakmal's tongue licked her nipples, and he moved from one to another. She held the back of his head to her, and wanted him to take it ALL. GOD, could he feel them THROB?! The familiar rush began along the insides of her thighs, and travelled up her stomach to her breasts. Not yet, she thought, but at the same time, there was. His wet mouth and lips sliding up and down on me as he worked it so good. He licked the head of my cock with his tongue repeatedly and then went on moaning and sucking my cock before coming back up to me to kiss me. "That cock tastes so fucking good... I can't believe im actually sucking your cock right now.." he said smiling as I smiled back and kissed him. He went back to suck my cock some more before it got too hot and he anxiously got up and stripped off his pants, leaving nothing on except. He told me to fuck off. We had a few more words, and then he asked me to come a little closer, like he wanted to say something private maybe,” he said.“Okay and?” she said.“He spit in my face,” he said.“He did what!” she said. “What did you do?”“I spit in his face! And I felt good doing it,” he said.‘What the hell!” she said. “And that’s your definition of kid gloves.”“I had to do it, and, I guess so did he. Abigail, it was matter of respect. Believe it or not, it was a matter of respect. If.