The Anderson Fight

You focus your attention on the quarreling Andersons. Mr. Anderson is obviously angry, waving his arms around and talking animatedly. Mrs. Anderson looks almost bored, as if she's heard it all before. Mr. Anderson appears to ask Mrs. Anderson a question, which she ignores, and he asks it again, but she still doesn't answer. He slaps her face, and she looks shocked, for a moment, then she slaps him back. He grabs her face, squeezing her chin between his thumb and forefinger, and says a few more things. She still looks upset, and he shifts his grip to the top of her head, then pushes her down on to her knees in from of him. He unzips his pants, takes his cock out, and shoves it in to her mouth. She seems not to mind too much, and she starts to suck him off. You fiddle with the sound, trying to get it to play for that classroom, but can't seem to get anything to work. You watch as Mrs. Anderson quickly sucks her husband off. Once he is finished, he storms out of the room. Mrs. Anderson walks over to

a corner just out of the view of the camera, then walks back to her desk. She is still naked. She has picked up one of your discarded pieces of clothing, and lifts it to her face, inhaling your aroma as she starts to finger herself. You are quite turned on by her masturbating to your scent, and you start to stroke yourself as well. You say, under your breath, "Oh yeah, Mrs. Anderson, I bet you didn't get enough of this cock, I bet you need more." Mrs. Anderson speeds up her masturbating. "Holy shit," you say to yourself, out loud. "This is one hot teacher. If only she'd spread her legs a little wider, I could see better." As if reading your mind, she spreads her legs extra wide, and it looks like she's using three or four fingers now, shoving them repeatedly into her pussy. You increase the speed of your masturbation, grunting. "Yeah," you say, "use your fingers now, but I'm coming back, I'm coming back baby, and this time I'll take your ass." To your surprise, Mrs. Anderson makes a "come closer"

gesture with her free hand, then turns over and lies on her stomach on her desk, spreading her ass cheeks with her hands. This is too creepy to be "reading your mind;" you look around, and notice that when you tried to tune in to the audio in her room, you started transmitting over her loudspeaker, instead of listening to her. She has been hearing everything you say. And, apparently, she's ready for you, if you go back to her classroom.