It was Pete’s turn to grin when miss Du Pain agreed to his demonstration without so much as inquiring first what it was. He hadn’t anticipated she would make it quite that easy on him. He briefly turned towards the class and addressed them, making sure to make direct eye-contact with Kimberly as he did.<br/><br/><strong>“Good morning ladies… I am dr. Pete Mercer. I will be trying to teach you the elegant beauty of physics… But that is not my sole responsibility. Some of you might have figured out already that Saint Catherine’s is a quite unique institution. We are not merely content in instructing our pupils academically. We take proud in the fact that each and every young lady that leaves this fine institution is a well-rounded, complete woman of the world. Not some naïve girl who just has some booksmarts.  Therefore each teacher is also in charge of another, alternative curriculum… On that might not show up on your report card, but is every bit as important. If  not more so…” </strong><br/><br/>He pointed at Du Pain.<br/><strong><br/>“Now miss Du Pain has been kind enough to agree at assisting me in a small demonstration of what will be expected of you. Of course, I do not expect you to master miss Du Pain’s expertise right away… Rather, this demonstration is to give you some idea of the level of excellence you should aspire to by the time you leave Saint Catherine’s…”</strong><br/><br/>He turned back towards Du Pain and started unbuttoning his pants in a matter of fact way. Gasps of surprise and shock went through the classroom… as they did every year upon the first time he exposed himself in front of the little tarts. His already rock-hard member eagerly sprung free from the trap of his trousers. The throbbing cock was proudly erect as he addressed Du Pain again.<br/><br/><strong>“Now then miss Du Pain… How about you put that mouth of yours to good use and start sucking my <em>fucking</em> cock?” </strong><br/><br/>His hand flashed forward and he grabbed her by the hair, then pushed her down to her knees by applying pressure on her shoulder with his free hand. He quite literally pushed his crotched into her face and rubbed his rigid length over her lips, waiting until the little French tart would allow him entry into her warm, wet maw.<br/><br/><strong> “We don’t have all fucking day, miss Du Pain…”</strong>