Roll Call

Mrs. Moore got up and retrieved a tissue from her desk, wiping off all of the excess fluids from her now flaccid, low-hanging cock. It swung as she walked to the desk, and her balls struggled to be tucked behind the fat base. "You are still an excellent student, Doug. Plenty of promise. You just need to be around more bright minds to stimulate yourself." Mrs. Moore then sat down at her desk, and dialed a slew of 3-digit numbers. With your chest facing up, you were looking at your deviant history teacher upside down, but couldn't see much from behind her desk. Finally, after around 5 minutes, she stood up, and walked over to you. She had taken off her dress, and was only dressed in a matching pair of pink underwear and a bra. Even for her age, her body had aged well; she had a tight frame, and a nice, plump ass. "Doug, I called some more teachers here. They're all eager to help you master the content. I'm sure they'll love filling you full of information. But first, let me solidify something. If you feel like this is too much at any point, just blink once, twice, then four times, and It'll be back to you and me. But if that's the case, then we have some more intensive one-on-one tutoring to do." Mrs. Moore returned to her desk, and dialed a phone number. "Hi, is this Laura, Doug's mom? Hi Laura, this is Mrs. Moore from school. Doug's been with me in the classroom doing some revision. He'll be longer, as I have him taking a mock test. What's that? I'd be glad to drive him home. I'll get some food for him since he's been studying so hard, don't worry about it. Oh, no problem! I love having him as a student. I'll call you in a bit." She hung up the phone, before walking over to you and sitting on your chest. She was emanating a crazy amount of heat from her crotch, probably her body getting ready to go on overdrive again. "That was your mom, as you heard. You'll be back late tonight."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Ah," Mrs. Moore said, "That should be the teachers."

She walked over to the door; the frosted glass made it hard to see, but it looked as if there were several figures there. "Ah, hello Ms. Cowan. Ms. Ashley. Mrs. Shaw. Mrs. Vang. Ms. Herrera. Oh! Ms. LeBlanc. I must've dialed you by accident. The more the merrier, I guess!"

All six women walked in single file, before standing over you in a circle.