Extra squirting with extra babysitter

Not only was she not offended, she adjusted her top frequently to reveal more of her cleavage. She made a point of bending over for little reason during the tour, letting me have a glimpse of those magnificent girls. I loved my job already. The first few days were typically chaotic, as students found their classes, reunited with friends and checked out the new guy—me. Unlike high schools in the US, students wore uniforms; boys in white shirts and khakis, girls in white blouses and black and green plaid skirts. The administration fought a never-ending battle with students, especially the girls, trying to make their uniforms sexier. The girls would leave extra buttons open at the top of their blouses, tie off their blouses at the midriff or roll up the top of their skirts to make them shorter. I was expected to help enforce these rules but being used to revealing college dress, I didn’t see any harm in what the girls were doing. Truthfully, I enjoyed the display of young skin, and loved the wiggle in their asses as they tried to get the attention of the boys. What I wasn’t prepared for was the overt, highly suggestive flirtation of the Aussie girls. I was used to American college girls. Many of the American girls didn’t flirt at all but got right to the point (“I am better at fucking than I am at biology, Professor. How about you grade me on that?”). Others, as I have described in my other stories hooked up with me out of genuine mutual attraction. These Australian high school girls treated their sexuality like a new toy they were having fun playing with. They loved to get a reaction from anime the boys (and me) and often competed and colluded to see what kind of reaction they could generate. Four of the female students in my environmental science class decided they would torment the new guy by doing anything to get a rise—literally—out of me. Tina, Becky, Cindy and Veronica, or Ronnie were inseparable partners in crime. Tina appeared to be the ring leader, but it was hard to tell. Tina was petite, with blonde or brown hair, depending on the season. Her body was shaped with gentle curves, hips you just wanted to hold onto when doing her from behind. Her breasts were young and firm, her face lovely and fresh. Her smile made everyone around her smile. She also had a devilish, flirtatious smile she saved for the boys (and me)—a smile that said, “I know you want to fuck me, but that isn’t going to happen.” Drove me nuts. Like every other boy in the school, I really wanted to fuck Tina. Becky was best friends with Tina. She was about the same size as Tina, darker hair, with the same, tight, fuck bait body. She and Tina were always whispering and laughing with one another when they were together. Yes Master I will be an honor student just for my loving Master. Leah was behind me, licking the wounds as fast as she could to heal them. "Oh fuck." His flushed face glistened with sweat. Karen rolled herself over onto all fours, still in between Karen's legs. "Oh, it was great!" She shifted her gaze to me, “Also, I’m, uh, sorry for intruding or whatever, Brian.” She laughed a little awkwardly. They were the kind of couple that tended to stick in people’s minds. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second. Uncle Kurt talked anime about her a lot, reminiscing on when they dated before the change happened, then their time in college together. “Growing up into what?” he demanded. One of the master’s was with the other four slave girls turned and asked Master Glenn, if it is ok with you I will sponsor these girls and get them back on their feet, I said Sissy, Heather, what do you think? Of cause I felt embarrassed, plus I was one of those anti-jock boys. He’s just a friend,” Emily growled.