I kept moaning. I couldn't take it any longer and I blew my load in his mouth. Mr. Ryan stood up and started to kiss me. I was surprised by the taste ...f my cum. It was sweet. We started to kiss heavier as my cock slowly went down. He was practically shoving his tongue down my throat. Just then we heard something move. I peeked around the corner. It was the janitor. He couldn't see us like this. Mr. Ryan would be fired! "Grab your stuff and follow me," Mr. Ryan whispered. I threw on my clothes. I spoke of long strokes and short strokes. She spoke of having removed her sweater and bra, and touching her tits. I spoke of feeling the urge to cum, but letting it subside. She spoke of rubbing her pussy outside her slacks. I asked her to slip her fingers in her cunt. She asked me to wet a finger and slip it in my ass.This was all very surreal, since she was so young. Of course, I was not complaining at all. I told Amanda I'd love to spray her tis. She said she'd like me to fill her pussy. I. .I opened the door and stepped inside. Then I felt a hand close to my wrist. I gasped, but I was quickly yanked inside and a damp cloth smelling strange was placed over my mouth and nose. Rousing slowly, my head seemed to swim. My hands were now bound behind my back and a piece of cloth was covering my eyes. Mercifully my clothes were still on. I tried to turn my head, but then I felt a sharp slap across my face. "Bitch… I am going to fuck that sweet body of yours, right now…”I could not. He looked at me for a moment and then invited me in pointing to a door just down the hall. I handed him the paper, dropped the bag on the doorstep, and hurried to the door he’d pointed at. When I came out a few minutes later I could hear a radio playing and saw that the door to the kitchen was open so I walked down the hall and stood hesitantly in the doorway intending to thank him; the smell of fresh coffee filled the room.He looked around and asked, “Feeling better?”“Yes, er – thank you...” I.