Back To School 3

Miss Kane stalks to the front, whip-sharp voice cracking the air. She slaps the quiz sheet down and tells her two subs they’re getting tested, tonight. They squirm and pout, mumbling they already “know enough,” flashing cocky grins and saying they’ve got everything they need right between their legs. She yanks both chairs out, wood screeching, and looms over them, gray pencil skirt stretched tight across her ass as she bends low. “You want to skip the work? Fine—open those pants.” Both shafts spring out, half-hard already, the heady smell cutting through chalk dust. “Stroke. Same pace as the questions I give.” Their fists pump while she circles, watching every twitch, heels clicking, breath hot on their necks every time they mess up a line. Pre-cum glistens, slick fingers sliding, the quiz now a wet, crumpled mess between thighs. Miss Kane leans in close enough her tits brush a straining shoulder. “Wrong answer again? You come on the paper before you’re done, both of you, and I’ll grade what lands.” She snaps the ruler across bare skin just to hear them gasp and jerk faster, knowing full well this class is only getting started.