She was standing there, feet apart, hands on hips, and wearing a short purple silk robe that barely covered her shapely ass or her proud, jutting, inch breasts. She cried softly to herself, wrapping her arms around her battered and abused breasts. Do you know what it's like to make love to someone else? She stretched out, trying to get the circulation moving through her body, and felt her white cotton bikini panties pressing hard against her bulging vulva. Just place your hands on the keyboard and sit quite still. She liked to wear tight skirts, even pencil cut, or well-tailored trouser suits, but this time the tapered knee-length black skirt and the two-inch heels on the matching black boots had been no help at all, restricting her movements as she ran and slowing her down. The teacher was ordered to wear her sluttiest clothes, and she could hardly believe herself as she waited in the early evening sunshine wearing tarty red ankle boots, white fish-net stockings that were held up by a frilly pink suspender belt, a tight black plastic mini-skirt that barely went below her crotch, and a minimal red halterneck from which her tits threatened to spill out at any sudden movement. With another cruel laugh, Marcella rammed the dildo back in, even deeper and more painfully, making Jenny gasp but also raise her hips to meet it. I reflected when she had gone on how lovely it had been to play with her tight little body, and as that delicious tingling feeling between my legs got stronger, I masturbated to a climax thinking of my hot little schoolgirl lover.