Franziska screams out, “Yes, oh my God, more! “The conversations aren’t actually boring.”
“Sure, but how much room is there for … indecency? She looks uncertainly at Johanna, who gives her a stern look. One.”
“Miss Sanger, I told you I don’t want any exclamations. That’s it. And they’re not just any students. Her body arches, pushing into an almost unnatural arch. Is it the position? With this, she’ll get him. She hears footsteps. How cool is that? “Oh, and don’t you want to thank Thomas?”
“Thank you, Thomas.”
“Thank you for what?”
“Thank you for finally fucking me and coming on my tits.”
Johanna and Thomas grin. Johanna moans louder. Just Miss Schwarz, please.”
Johanna walks around the desk and behind Zickler, handing him a riding crop, and now positions herself behind Zickler. Is this a common teacher fantasy, Johanna wonders. What secret affairs have these thick walls concealed? The steps are partly carved from the rock itself, partly made from large stone blocks. That’s not very polite.
