“Yes. Oh Kennedy, yes. You're a little slut in the making, aren't you?" Mr. Powell started to fuck her face, placing his hands on the back of her he...d and guiding her greedy mouth down around his shaft. She gagged on his huge member, but he continued to rock his body into her. Closer and closer he came to orgasm until finally, he blew his load down the back of her throat. She swallowed it whole and smacked her lips.“Kennedy. Fuck. That was hella good head.”Kennedy laughed and continued to. Infuriatingly, Justin simply smirked at me and made no attempt to fix it as he helped Mark make a few measurements on my model. From my position, I could see the pointed tip of Justin's cock under the book and was surprised that Mark either did not see it or chose not to acknowledge it. I saw it flex a few times, the slight swelling causing the book to shift around it as it continually leaked a thin stream of clear fluid."Come on, man," Mark finally said to Justin as he tossed the ruler back on. He reached down to pick it up and thought he felt it shudder as he touched it.You do not need the Rite of Power, the Book told him. I will not show it to you.He didn't need to see it anymore. He had seen enough to prove his hypothesis. Victor wanted to destroy the Book, and the Book knew it. Now it would do anything to prevent its own destruction.Melinda sulked as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Behind her, Heather struggled not to giggle. Off to the side, Armando peered over. She finished and we swapped pages. Karen had chosen a younger love scenario with similarities to a mixture of our situation and Melissa and Paul’s. Her story emphasized the difficulties of two people from different family situations trying to combine their lives in face of both families distaste for the other family.I was thinking of our grading audience as much as writing a story that would be generally enjoyable to read. I leaned over and whispered to Karen. “Is she going to read each one or.