1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 8: Mrs. Corra, Progressive Teaching


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    02 threatened in her cops voice. She was a former Lynwood Police Officer before Mr. and Mrs. Glassner conscripted her as a bodyguard. Miss Brentwood, trembling stopped as she gave up, ending her resistance. “Good,” I said. “Now you can't be disrupting class like that, you understand?” “Oh, my God, Damien,” Miss Sullivan paned. “Oh, my God! Fuck me!” “But what about them?” she pleaded. I tutted in annoyance. “Miss Sullivan is the sister of a Goddess,” I told her. “She's practically divine herself, and Mr. Fairburn is her chosen consort. So I can hardly tell them to do anything.” “Fuck, fuck!” moaned Mr. Fairburn. “Oh, Missy! Your pussy is so tight!” “But you, Miss Brentwood, are neither a Goddess nor related to one. So what gives you the right to disrupt my class?” “None,” she sobbed. “I'm sorry.” “Good,” I smiled, then pulled up her long, black skirt. She struggled again when her panty-clad ass was revealed. “But, I said I was sorry.” “You did,” I smiled, stroking her pert ass. “But that doesn't excuse your behavior.” I gripped her panties, looking at the excited faces eagerly staring at her butt. Then I unveiled her treasures for all the hungry gazes. Her ass was pale and taut, two perky hemispheres made of creamy skin. Between her thighs was a tight slit adorned with wispy, blonde curls. “Isn't she beautiful class?” I asked. “Yeah,” sighed Miss Song, a cute, Korean girl. “If any of you feel like expressing yourself like Miss Sullivan and Mr. Fairburn, feel free. Whether by ...
    yourself or with a partner.” I gave Miss Brentwood's perky butt-cheek a squeeze. Then I gave her one hard spanking, stinging my hand and leaving a red print blushing her ass. She grunted in pain, still gently crying as she struggled. I made a soothing sound and rubbed my fingers gently through her vulva. “See, it's not that bad. Just relax, Miss Brentwood, and it'll all be over soon.” The heat of her pussy warmed my fingers. I let my index finger slide through her labia and felt her inner warmth. A drop of dew glistened on the tip of my finger when I pulled it out. I tasted her sweetness. “Oh, wow,” Miss Song gasped. Out of the corner of my eye, I witnessed Miss Song's hand busy beneath her skirt. Then she stood up and walked over to Miss Giles's—a lovely girl with curly, honey-brown hair—desk and grabbed the girl's hand. Miss Giles swallowed and stood up. “I've always wanted to do this,” Miss Song breathed, desire burning in her light-olive cheeks. “Oh, shit!” Miss Giles gasped in her sweet dulcet as the Korean girl lifted her skirt and buried her face between her thighs. “Oh, my god, she's eating me!” The dam broke, and students stated groping each other. There were more girls in the class, twelve to the eight boys, but despite this imbalance poor, nerdy Mr. Andrews and short Mr. Casales were left without partners. Two other girls, redheaded Miss Horne and ebony-skinned Miss Babcock noisily sixty-nined on the classroom floor and Mr. Cleavland, the football player, had both ...
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