"What is wrong with you?" You spit the words like venom. Tears spring to my eyes and I look away, knowing that I broke our rules. Your grip loosens fr...m my throat and I feel you soften slightly as your body moves closer into me. You move your hand up my neck to my cheek and push my hair behind my ear, your eyes locked on mine. You take one finger and slowly drag it down along my throat to the small crevice at the top of my sternum. My body shivers and I begin to breathe harder. My chest, rising. My hands reached for two more shafts, and then I felt Short & Muscular'shands pull my tits around his thick shaft before he started thrustingbetween them. My hands jerked two shafts, hard, while Average Joereally fucked my face hard. I heard a symphony of moans around me andit felt wonderful. I only wished I could have pleasured the fifth cockat the same time.Now they switched again, and I felt Bigger's huge shaft slide between mytits. I wanted to see his cock move between my boobs but Big. I don't want to be in some girly danceclass."I am sorry ma'am, this is the class that your little daughter Michellewould be in. Some of the girls are even larger then little Michelle, soshe would fit in very nicely if she just give it a chance."The look on mommy's face and on the lady's face is telling me I amscrewed there just going to do whatever they want. I feel the lady startto walk me into the class while everyone stops and stares at us or reallythey're staring at me."This here is little. Marco was wearing ever more eccentric clothing, beads, would whisper chants, spells. I thought the school might say something to him about it. But maybe they just figured, since he was Cuban, it was his heritage and respected it. He wasn’t involving any of the students in it or discussing it in his lectures. The school also liked taking photos of him in his brightly colored garb, his robes, and dashikis. The school was using his pictures on its website and in their brochures...Marco said he.