The girl was trembling as she felt her blouse undone and the touch of the teacher's fingers across her breasts.  She gasped as she felt her touch her nipple, coaxing the sensitve bud into a hard pebble.  She felt it pushing, straining against her bra, trying to be free of the restriction.  Part of her mind was screaming that this wasnt right, but some other part of her mind, some deeper part was shouting for joy.  This was who she was...<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and relaxed, ignoring the protests she could feel within, all she wanted was to please, to be shown who she was and to allow these people to make her feel so very good...