Miss Hastings is first

We had already taken Miss Hasting's final exam, which was nothing more than a test that came straight from the questions in the text, and Miss Hastings told us just to sit quietly as she sat at her desk and leafed through a catalog.

I probed her mind and found she was trying to decide what type of swimsuit to wear for her trip to Florida with her friend Daphne. I entered her mind. I found a mental picture of Daphne. She was a tall brunette with fake boobs, long legs, and too much make-up. Miss Hastings was average intelligence, and was relaxed, which made my job easier. I put the thought into her head that she would love to tongue out Daphne's asshole.

I watched as Miss Hastings, dull expression slightly altered and she actually blushed a bit. She looked up, and I looked away. She then shifted a bit in her seat and went back to leafing through her catalog.

I again put the thought in her head that tonguing out Daphne's asshole would be both erotic and disgusting, and again she blushed and fidgeted.

Miss Hastings then had a thought about how much she'd love Daphne to fuck her up the ass with a strap-on.

Miss Hastings grew more agitated. I read her mind, which was now swirling with thoughts of revulsion, confusion, and fright. I put it in her mind that the thoughts of Daphne fucking her up the ass with a strap-on and tonguing out Daphne's asshole was making her very horny. I ramped up her horniness too.

Miss Hastings began to breath more heavily. She looked around nervously and could not concentrate.

This was so much fun. Suddenly I heard a loud pop. I looked in the seat next to me and one up and there was Bethany Norris, prom queen, head cheerleader, rich bitch, and ice queen. She was smacking some bubble gum and blowing bubbles. She was texting on her phone which she held in her lap and out of Miss Hastings sight. Not that Miss Hastings would ever punish Bethany since Bethany was a first class suck up.