“Have I been a good student?” he asks.“We will see if you remember what I have taught you,” she teases. Her head bobs slowly up and down on hi... shaft.“Fuck, that’s good,” he sighs.Candace suddenly releases him and stands. She takes his hand and guides him over to one of the chairs and sits him down in it. Then she circles it, running her hands over his chest. She stops in front of him again and smiles so seductively. She looks incredible. Candace slips the skirt off slowly, letting it drop to. He was pretty young, 26, but sharp. As the week wound down there were three reports that everyone at my work forgot to complete, so of course it landed on my desk. I looked at him and thought—I have seen this guy’s face somewhere, but I don’t know where. I had all of my regular tasks to do when I looked up at Mark exasperated – in his Friday Jeans and polo -- when he said not to worry. His team lead is out on holiday until next week, so as long as I have it to him by Mid-week, I could have. I paced my bedroom floor in irritation at Drake’s cocky attitude, as if I would go. After giving up on using my laptop, my TV and reading because all I could think about was Drake I was now pacing. In fact, I should go round to his house and tell him exactly what I think of him. That is exactly what I’ll do. I dressed in my out of school uniform of black skinny jeans, a blank tank top, leather jacket and doc martens. I made a small braid on the front right side of my head then tied it all back. He looked down at Rebecca, and when he saw where her attention was focused, he turned slightly, glancing back over his shoulder. ‘Oh… Uh… Hello,’ Damien uttered. ‘Hi…’ Ada Spencer mewled back. Hank just waved. Not a hearty how you doing? wave but a small perfunctory motion. Like a prom queen given over to an unexpected bout of motion sickness. ‘Umm… Nice night, isn’t it?’ Damien queried. Ada’s gaze roved from Damien’s round ass, to Rebecca’s eyes, and then to the hard, sexy cock Rebecca was.