Where do you think you're going?" asked David Bell his curly headed frat big brother."Maybe some aspirin," Michael replied. "I think I gave myself a h...adache." Oh, if you think that gave you a headache you ain't seen nothin' yet! Gather round guys!" shouted Bell, the current frat president who was not only on social probation, but academic probation as well.As the fifteen or twenty frats and frats-to-be assembled in the living room area of the old two story ran shackled structure which served. She gave me directions, go through the door, then the black door and up the steps. As I was going up the steps I could hear the videos playing. On the left I noticed the booths, all the doors were open except on so I entered the booth next to the one with the closed door. The booth is a decent size, with a chair, a roll of paper towels, trash can and a gloryhole big enough you could get your arm through it. I closed the door, took my pants off and sat down on the chair. One nice thing about. Recently separated from his wife of two years, Steve, as one of the few male teachers, had felt secure in his position. At least, until about an hour ago, when vice principal, Sandra Worthington gave him the letter his union rep had given him a "heads up" about earlier that same morning. Steve was only 32 years old and his budding career had come to a screeching halt.Sandra had tried to take the sting out of the dismissal by dropping to her knees and sucking his cock in frenzied abandon behind. “Any more and it’s on credit.” The hairy man grunted, and handed Joy his cloak revealing some deep festering scars across his back amongst the long thick black hair. He then unceremoniously knelt on the mattress, holding out his tumescent penis towards Sweetness in the broad hairy hand that was left unmangled. Sharon grimaced. Of all the men who’d ever fucked her, none of them had been quite as grotesque as this figure. For fuck sake, he only had one eye and an empty socket where the other.
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