My dress returned to it's regular shade of revealing. my pussy was starting to drip. Now that I had gone as far as to put my body on display for my cl...ass, I knew things would go farther."Oh, well", I thought, "After all, this is the Sex Education class, andI am the teacher. Who's more qualified to do this for them than me?". I propped myself up onto the desk and parted my knees just enough to cause my skirt to ride up a little.Once I knew I had their attention, it was time to see how excited I. She’d never cared much for ‘ladies’ either. She lived in a moderately sized town with a population of about ten thousand or so. The neighborhood she lived in was securely middle class. Most of her neighbors were single men with a few married couples of varying ages. When she’d moved here she’d made sure she rented a house right in the middle of all the single men. She wanted a man. Not just any man would be good enough. She wanted a man who wanted her enough to take her. That purpose was how. What we should do now is unite as a village and fight together against this problem of ours.” A speech was given by a brown-skinned obese bald guy over a microphone as he stood on a stage addressing the crowd of about 100-150. It was a village crowd with mostly men in dhoti-kurta sitting on the floor watching the man speak. They were applauding to every statement of his. Meanwhile, not much far away in a house bathroom, a woman was bathing. Fair flawless skin, silky black hair, and whitish. Hmmph."Here is your task. Start by sliding your dildo in your pussy slowly". Mmmm he was talking my language. A full pussy makes a happy girl. "Now, spread your legs wide". Check. He didn't have to ask twice. "Take the spatula, and smack your pussy five times with the spatula end. Each time, count out loud, and each time hit yourself harder than the last". I paused for a split second--am I actually going to do this? Before I mentally completed formulating that question my legs were already.