I couldn’t see what was going on inside but there was a sign on the door. Blowjob sex “Well Williamson, you had better get back to class,” she said, pulling up her skirt and doing up the zip. It felt dirty to have such a secret, and I liked that. My throat tightened as I imagined what she might be going to do. Walking down the hall I became even more excited, passing teachers and other students, knowing that I was going to go and beat off in the toilets. She was white, in her mid thirties, with her hair in a short bob. At certain angles I could see through into the next cubicle. I washed my hands and went back to English class. I looked around, and, not seeing any teachers around, I went in. I thought it was kind of weird, but it certainly spiced up boring classes, and it added an immeadiacy to my worship of Ms Antonidis.
