His smack left a bright red hand print on Brittany's ass. She squealed at the impact. "Fuck! Spank me, boss, spank me." She moaned. Mr Jones just laug...ed, looking down. He slowly slid a finger deep into Brittany's tight, pink asshole. She squealed again, pushing back against his finger. Mr Jones smiled to himself, before grabbing her by the hips and shoving his rock hard pole deep into her ass."Holy fuuuuck! That's it, Mr Jones. Stretch my tight fucking asshole." Brittany moaned out. "Fuck,. You take a good look at my round smooth ass and your fingers gently take in the softness before you spank me hard and cause my body to react with a loud cry of "Fuck yeah” You spank me harder as I encourage you with my moans. My pussy is dripping and aches so badly to be fucked. I hear you open the glove compartment and wait like the good little girl that I am for what you’re getting out. In just moments I feel something large pressing at the lips of my pussy, It feels amazing just to. Finally, the California Kid, in a resigned voice, said, “We’re happy you can walk real good now.”The reaction was not what she had expected. Curious why they weren’t happy she could walk, she asked, “What’s the matter?”None of the men answered her. They all stared into the fire as if there was something very interesting going on within the flames. The air was filled with a sullen, almost bitter, feel. She looked around getting angry that they were not happy for her. Putting her hands on her. ‘Please sir, don’t say anything. You made the right choice. I know how hard this must have been for you, but you did the right thing. I understand, I got a ‘D’ because my paper was derivative.’ Professor Havel stared, not comprehending. ‘Say it sir, say your paper was derivative.’ Confusion evident on his face, Professor Havel said, ‘Your paper was derivative.’ ‘Good, now if you’re asked what happened when I approached you about my grade you can say you told me my paper was derivative.’ Michael.