7. They know exactly what kind of test to give her

“I want to see if she can repeat the activity for me.” Dr. Whitley and Spencer had the same predatory grin on their faces.

“Bend over Dr. Whitley’s desk, Meg.”

Meg stood, her pussy juices dripping down the inside of her leg. She glanced down and saw the little pool of liquid she’d left behind in the seat. She blushed, ashamed of being as turned on as she was. She bent over the little desk in front of Dr. Whitley who had already freed his cock. His pubes were as white as the streaks in his hair. The thought washed over her that he was old enough to be her father… no, her grandfather. But here she was bent over a table, ready to suck his cock. She felt the cool air of the classroom on her ass as she realized that Spencer had flipped her skirt up over her waist. She felt his cock run up and down her slit, getting ready to enter her.

Dr. Whitley slapped his student across the cheek with his cock, “let’s do our own little midterm, shall we?”

Before she could say anything, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down toward his erection. She felt the head of Spencer’s cock nestle against her entrance and begin to push inside. She opened her mouth to say something about not cumming inside her, but the **** of Spencer thrusting forward and Dr. Whitley’s hand on her head quickly gagged her with Dr. Whitley’s member.