Amy cries out, her body shuddering as the orgasm washes over her. Her pussy clamps down tight around their teacher's tongue and fingers, milking him greedily as she comes apart in his arms. She whimpers against his cock, desperate for another taste of him but unable to form any coherent words through the haze of pleasure.

Her muscles begin to relax, and she finally pulls back from him, panting heavily. "Master... I'm sorry..."

Amy nods shyly, her cheeks flushed with shame and desire. "Yes... I like cumming," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "For my Master."

You step back, enjoying the sight of the girl on her knees, her face covered in your urine and tears. "Clean it up," you command coolly. The girl hesitates before looking down at the mess she's made on the desk. Slowly, reluctantly, she reaches out with a trembling hand to begin cleaning up the liquid with her tongue. She glances back up at you, tears streaming unchecked from her red-rimmed eyes as she waits for further instructions.

The girls quickly comply, lifting their shirts and bra straps over their heads to reveal a seething mass of naked breasts. They all stand shoulder to shoulder, creating a titillating sight that leaves you feeling quite satisfied. The other teachers watch with approval, taking note of your firm but fair command style.

The students shiver with excitement as your hand glides across their chests, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Their nipples harden even more under your touch, betraying their arousal. They watch you intently, eager to please and fulfill any desire you might have.