“Yes,” I whispered.
“Now you know why I kept you after school. You are sometimes a slow learner for such a bright boy. Let me try it again. Do you want to suck on my n*****s?”
“Yes, Miss Johnson.”
“Very good. My bra fastens in the front. Undo it and take out my tits.”
“Yes, Miss Johnson,” I said as I complied.
“That’s my bright boy,” she said, as I sucked on each n****e in turn. “Mmmm. That feels good.” Then suddenly, she stood up and stepped back. I was confused. “Stand up,” she ordered. I stood. “Now take your clothes off.”
“Here?” I asked, unbelieving.
“What did I say about obeying me when I tell you to do something?” she asked, exasperation in her voice.
“Yes, Miss Johnson,” I answered as I began to unbutton my shirt. Miss Johnson just watched as I stripped.
When I was complet
