End of class and homework assignments

The bell rang; class was over. Anna's legs were freed, and she could finally close them. Exhausted and sweaty, she laid on the cushions and in her own arousal that was still covering the desk, and listened to Mr. Jones detailling the homework.

It wasn't much of a surprise what the assignments were. Studying the video material; making sure they knew the anatomy of the female genital area - of Anna's - by heart. Identifying surges of arousal she experienced, and trying to make a diagram of the whole treatment she had received just now. Marking her orgasms on said diagram. Closely matching her contractions to the timeline, trying to uncover the rhythm, and how long they last after an orgasm.

The students didn't merely have the opportunity to look at the video as closely as possible. They were even supposed to. And as they left the classroom, each of them took another look at the real thing. Some still looked embarrassed themselves; some smiled at her, especially Lilly. She had had her fun today. One girl hesitated a moment before turning to the door, and finally said: "You were beautiful..." Then she rushed out, following the others.

That last comment had, interestingly, reinvigorated Anna's blush. The closing of the door made her jump a little. The two dozen pairs of eyes that had watched her every aroused twitch were gone now. Only Mr. Jones remained in the room. He had brought out a small plastic bathing tub, making Anna briefly fear that she was going to be cleaned up at his hands; but he was just putting in the stuff that had to be washed later. The stirrups apparently had been hit with some of her juices. The two dildos that had been inside her went in, too, even though they had been protected by condoms. And of course, the anal vibrator. All the used practice condoms went into the trash, and the clean dildos went back into the box.

The camera, he simply wiped down with a tissue. He loaded both the data from the stationary and the handheld one to a USB drive. After he put both of those away, he stood before the desk, looking at Anna expectantly. She had just laid there silently, watching him tidy up, reveling in the fact that nobody was going to make her do any more humiliating stuff. He cleared his throat, making her jump a little. What did he want?!

"W-what do I have to do now? It's definitely over, I thought?"

"Just stand up. I need to get the cushions."

...oh. They were the only thing still lying around, that was true.

Groaning, Anna heaved herself from the desk and tried to stand. Her legs were very weak still, but she could hold herself up without falling down. Mr. Jones threw the cushions into the tub as well, they were thoroughly stained. He was done just in time; the bell rang, signaling the end of the break. Then he turned to her.

"You can retrieve your clothes now; but stay here before you go take a shower. I'll just quickly get the contract papers. They're important, if you want all this to count for something."

Yes, they had to make it official that she had agreed to all of this, out of her own free will. It was either that, or face expulsion.

As Mr. Jones left the room, Anna let out a long sigh. She was alone, finally. And more importantly: she could get dressed! Her steps were unsteady, but she wouldn't be taking a break now; she had to get to her clothes, as fast as possible, before anything else could happen. Her skirt might still be broken, but it really didn't matter as long as she had _something _covering her body.