My really first time was a few months later. History teacher. The Reverend Man, with his tail like a candle. For a while. He ran it from behind and sprayed it on my back. But I had to finish myself. Even so, it was nice. I was with him again. He punched the vibrator into my pussy, turned it on, and thrust his penis in my mouth. The plasticist was knocking down my guts and my whole body, and if I could have my teeth with me, I could hear it. Before he got stuck in my mouth, I did a hundred times. Then they locked him up. I was not the only one he taught this way. In memory of me, only the plasticist remained. I started calling him Edgar. I changed his batteries, took care of his purity, and he took care of my satisfaction. Over time, however, it was not enough. I wanted more…