I told Mrs. Meyers that she should suck me off. She got down on her knees and sucked me to an orgasm that made me weak in the knees. She swallowed it ...all. I told her that the next day she should meet me after school at a motel. I told her that I would get a room and leave the room number on the dash. The next day I took Mrs. Brown to the motel and left the room number on my dash. Mrs. Brown and I were in a 69 when there was a knock on the door. Mrs. Brown ran to the bathroom and I looked out. I pulled the dildo out of her arse and it made a plopping noise as it came away.“Come here. I want to taste your spunk.”I went round and let her lick our juices from my cock.“Billie. You can scare Scarlett anytime if that is the result.”“Shame though,” she responded, “I really wanted to fuck her.”The next morning, we waited in anticipation for her to show up. When she did, it was like looking at a different girl. She had dyed her hair bright red, she had very red lips and her eye make-up was. I held the whole thing in place with my thighs. The vibrations were wonderful as before, but my clit went wild when it felt it the vibrations of the bristles against it. I found my stomach clenching uncontrollably, like a million butterflies were swarming inside me trying to escape. My arse, legs and knees wiggled in a circular motion around the shower which varied and enforced the vibrations on my clit. Then I started to buck my pussy up and down as if I was on some guys horny cock. Every. It might only be the little black dress, but my guess was it was from some well known designer and worked well with her shortish, very light blonde hair. Just as I arrived, she picked up two glasses and turned to look at me.“Darling! Could you just pay the barman, I have my hands full.” Her mouth smiled at me with all the sincerity of a senior politician.I hadn’t a clue as to who she was, but I’d be damned before I did as she asked, if such comments could be deemed a request.“Sorry miss!” I.