Mr. Woodster is angry

"Jenny!"

Mr. Woodster cried out her name, and the whole class turned first toward him, then toward Jenny. Jenny still sucked her thumb and went even more red. Her eyes begged John to release her, alternating between him and her lower part, fearing someone would see her finger in her pussy.

"Do you mock me, Jenny?" Woodster fumed. "Stop sucking now!"

Jenny continued, fear in her eyes, then John decided to let her of the hook - for now. "Stop sucking your thumb, and stop fingering your pussy." She exhaled loudly in her relief. Immediatly she obeyed.

"Mr. Woodster, I'm sorry, I... I... I hurt my thumb. It's better now." She was still red in her face. Woodster seemed to eat it, Jenny was always nice in class. Until now. So he turned back to lecturing, and the class soon got back to be bored.

After a short time, John asked Jenny again.

"Are you aroused?"

Immediatly Jenny, who had relaxed before, went red again. "Yes." She hissed that one, trying to keep her mouth shut, but unable to do it.

"Oh, dear" John purred. "You're wet, aren't you?" She nodded reluctantly.

"What shall I do to help you, Jenny?" John asked smiling. Jenny went white this time, and her mouth opened on it's own account.

"You..."