“You’re late, you won’t speak to me and…” he hooked a finger around her knickers and pulled them aside. “… and your fuckholes are filthy... You’re a disgrace.” After another moment of silence she felt the cold of an icecube again, but this time it was pushing against her snatch. It popped in easily, thanks to her wetness. Painfully cold and big enough to make her feel full, it started to melt at once, shrinking and dribbling out a little into her stubbly pubic hair. She whimpered, her cheeks. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was him. "Come see me outside in five minutes x" the text message read. Then he excused himself from the lesson to go to the toilet. All of a sudden I got a little wet between my legs. Why did he want to see me? We'd only seen each other in lesson and texted a couple of times about work. The five minutes went by so damn slowly. I excused myself from the class just as he had done and wandered into the corridor. He was nowhere to be seen. I slowly stepped. More

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