It may be how the previous director worked but not me. This didn't sit well with certain girls."Come in!" I respond to the knock on my office door at ...chool.Elizabeth, a senior with a beautiful soprano voice enters.I put my hands on top of Meggen's head who is hidden under my desk and silence the movement of her mouth on my cock."What's up?" I ask with a friendly smile. "You look frustrated." You're giving so many good roles to those three freshmen girls." Tongue," I say."What?" Elizabeth. “Jennifer what are the stakes for today, how much cum is she going to collect?”“That’s hard to say. Bets go from incredible 200 litres to 100 litres at the end of the event. I’d put my money on a little over 100 litres, maybe 120, considering we have still 6 hours to go, and all the vacuum milking machines are busy and the volunteer girls are working shifts to help the donors to drain those testies bone dry.”“That’s going to be interesting. From what I can make out Annie is just 5 litres away. Me, in my bathroom, snapping pics with my phone of myself in various states of undress. The worst part is this look on my face. This trusting, insecure look I’m giving him that says, “I really want you to see these, but please don’t break my trust by showing them to anyone else.” That stupid, unforgiveable look that was more embarrassing than the rest of my naked body. The week after that, I was so mortified I could barely hold my head up. Walking around school, knowing that everyone had seen. The symptoms started to appear very shortly after she started eating. The guard hit the panic button when it became obvious that she was having a problem. I arrived with the Doc to find her clutching at her throat with one hand and her belly with the other. The Doc took her pulse. "It's racing like anything," she said. Rachel was coughing saying she couldn't swallow, that she had cramping pains in her stomach, that she was finding it hard to breath. She lost control of her bowels. She was.