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But as Marge sprawled satiated back against the bench, the calm aftermath seemed to snap the older teacher back to her sanity. Atilla, too, acted as if he were aware that the wild orgiastic session was over, moving back from the still quivering flesh of the girl's saliva-glistening vagina. He turned and for the first time acknowledged Lisa's presence, staring headily at the woman, his ears pricking up as he tilted his head.

Lord, don't let him bark! Lisa found herself praying. She was filled with far more apprehension than fear, less worried that he would suddenly attack her than that he would warn Marge that she was here in the locker-room. All she wished to do now was silently creep out, heavy with guilt and self-loathing for the way she'd responded to the sordid spectacle. She was in no condition to chastise the girl and certainly not wholesome enough to counsel her about feminine decency! Let her who is without sin cast the first stone… and she couldn't do that any longer, not after the way she'd been thinking! Did not the Bible teach that it is as great a sin to think evil as practice it? God! What had she allowed to overcome her?

Lisa backed away, feeling lost and soiled, not knowing what to do. But, before she was able to reach the partition, her worst fears were confirmed.

"Arf!" went the dog.

"Mrs. Hamilton!" cried the girl.

Marge Spanner sat up convulsively at the bark of Atilla, her legs still splayed on either side of the bench, the wet moisture of animal saliva dripping from her pink cuntal slit. Her hand was up to her mouth, choking back a terrible, whimpering cry as she recognized the chemistry teacher standing nearby. Shame and guilt came to her in that split instant, and her face flamed with livid humiliation.

"Oh no!" she gasped, her eyes widening hysterically. "Oh Mrs. Hamilton, I… I… What are you doing here?"