Toilet Slaves Scatology: Schoolroom Affair! - Part 3
Back in the classroom, your eyes widen as Mr. Blacktowne instructs you to sit on his face. You do as you're told, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal as his tongue probes deep into your wet pussy, lapping up every drop of your juices. As he works his magic, you feel another strong urge to pee. You try to hold it in but it's no use; the pressure builds up until finally, you release a torrent of liquid gold onto Mr. Blacktowne's face. He laps it up eagerly, his face shining with your pee, while you continue to squirm on his lap.
Finally, you pull away, your body trembling with the intensity of the experience. Breathing heavily, you look down at Mr. Blacktowne, who now resembles a shiny, golden mess. You giggle, feeling a sense of power and control over him. But then, you remember why you're here. "Oh, right," you say with a smirk, "I almost forgot about that part."
You stand up, your long legs taking you to the front of the classroom where the grade book is kept. As you flip through the pages, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt knowing what you've made him do in exchange for a good grade. But at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill that comes from holding your teacher in such a compromising position.
You pause for a moment, considering your options. You could make him beg for an A...or you could make him work harder to earn it. The thought excites you, and you decide to strike a balance between punishment and reward. With a mischievous grin, you close the grade book and place it on his desk, leaving him to wonder what kind of grade he'll get.
As you turn to leave, you overhear him whispering under his breath, "I'll do anything for you, just please don't fail me." You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you walk away, knowing full well that Mr. Blacktowne is now your toilet slave for life.
