Paris was vaguely aware of Dr Mercer speaking, though whether it was to her or the girls in the class she was not certain. It was taking all her concentration to prevent herself from being choked by the salty shaft being forced down her throat. With her training of fellatio she was able to relax herself enough so that the bulbous tip of Mercer's cock could press forward into the constricting passage of her throat. She summoned the will to calm herself and breathe through her nose as Pete's large hand against the back of her head prevented her from pulling away. Strangely the thought that upset the Frenchwoman the most was that his mauling fingers were messing her carefully arranged hair.<br/><br/>She felt wiry hair prickle her chin as Pete's huge hairy balls slapped her soft skin. A moment later she felt his free hand tugging at her blouse roughly and felt the buttons give and fly off her expensive designer top. Hard rough fingers groped at her exposed breasts, mauling them savagely and pinching and pulling at her erect nipples painfully. She moaned around the fat plug of manflesh as her left nipple was crushed between his fingers and mercilessly twisted. Abruptly Mercer withdrew his cock by half it's length, the tip pulling free from her throat and back into her mouth allowing her to widen her jaw and take a gasping breath through the narrow gap between his cock and the battered walls of her mouth.<br/><br/><strong>“Now then miss Du Pain, time for you to get to work. I’m not just going to give you my hot, sticky load, you’ll have to earn it!”</strong><br/><br/>Knowing that her only release would come when the Doctor had succeeded in blowing his load, Paris's cheeks hollowed as she sucked at the vile cock with all the acquired skill from the Sorbonne. Her tongue attacked his glans, probing and rimming the man's urethra in an attempt to make him come as rapidly as she was able. Her hands stopped their useless battle to push herself off and reached for his swollen ballsack, squeezing and fondling the gross globes to increase his pleasure.<br/><br/><strong>“You there… Get up from your desk and kneel behind me… And don’t make me repeat myself. You know better than to disobey a teacher.”</strong><br/><br/>Now that she had regained some composure and allowed her training to take over Paris was more aware of what Pete was saying. Though she could see nothing except from the hairy, bulging belly of the teacher she knew that a student was being called forward. She hoped that his attention would be diverted and that she might get some respite from his assault.