Pete began by giving the class a short speech about Saint Catherine's which Paris hardly listened to. Instead she studied the girl's reactions as she nodded in apparent agreement to Pete's words.<br/><br/><strong>“Now miss Du Pain has been kind enough to agree at assisting me in a small demonstration of what will be expected of you.</strong>Dr Mercer's words caught Paris by surprise and her mouth fell open in shock.<strong>"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/>Du Pain turned to stare at Dr Mercer and froze in disbelief as the teacher calmly began unbuttoning his flies and proceeded to pull his rigid cock out of his pants. Paris's gasp of shock at the sight of his well endowed appendage was echoed by those of the students.<br/><br/><strong>“Now then miss Du Pain… How about you put that mouth of yours to good use and start sucking my fucking cock?”</strong><br/><br/>Paris suddenly found herself seized by the older teacher, unable to react at all such was her confusion. Pete's brawny fist grasped her shoulder and easily forced her to her knees as his other hand got a firm grip of her hair. This last outrage to her neatly coiled hairdo made her wake up at last. Her hands gripped Dr Mercer's hips in a futile attempt to push herself away from the man. Her mouth opened as she sought the words to voice her disgust and outrage, an act that with hindsight was definitely unwise.<br/><br/><strong>“We don’t have all fucking day, miss Du Pain…”</strong><br/><br/>Dr Mercer's hips thrust forward sharply and unable to move her head under his strong grip Paris's open mouth was an easy target.<br/><br/><strong>"Doctor Mercer, I mmmph mngghh...."</strong><br/><br/>Du Pain's objections to Pete's actions were effectively silenced as his thick cock filled her mouth and her words ended in a muffled gagging as he jammed his penis straight to the back of her throat. Her little fists beat a unheeded tattoo on his hips as her eyes watered as she gagged on the horrible fat shaft. Paris tried to calm herself desperately and let her training take over, relaxing her throat and jaw to accommodate the vile ramrod forcing itself against her gullet.