Trisha looked down at the blubbering teacher and mocked her for crying. The class giggled at her taunts and a few joined in on their own.
"Cry teacher, cry," one student said in a whiny sarcastic tone.
"Baby, baby, baby," another sang.
"What a pussy," chided yet another.
The language shocked Jenna and she felt even worse and cried even harder. Trisha reached down with her free hand and stuck it down the teachers' blouse and groped and kneaded her breast.
Jenna, tears rolling down her cheeks, sat motionless as the young teen massaged her breast while the class looked on. Things were getting worse by the second. Here she was a new teacher with her new class during the first period of the second day and she was allowing herself to be molested by a student while the class watched. The whole thing was her fault. She'd let things progress this far and now she couldn't stop it.
