I move around to the front of the couch. Your left high heel shoe has been kicked off and is lying in the floor. Your black skirt has ridden up to nea...ly your waist during your struggle. I can see the soaked crotch of your sheer suntan pantyhose and the pissy black lacy panties beneath them with you matted brown bush showing through as the aroma of your urine hits my nostrils.I reach down and pick up your black hi heel and slide it back on your stocking clad foot. I sit down beside your dead. "Tell me, tell me what you want. Say it babygirl." Max said as he lifted his head, his breath hot against her skin as he spoke. "Please Daddy, I need to cum, please let me cum." Jazz said half moaning frantically, a desperate edge to her voice as she spoke. "Cum babygirl, cum for me, my little slut." Max moaned, his cock throbbing in the confinement of his pants as he bent down, again sliding his tongue into her pussy. That was all it took, Jazz grasped the blanket, her knuckles turning white. They were angry, quite angry, but I’d detected something else in there that I didn’t expect, sadness and disappointment. For the first time since I’d been to the school, I felt guilty about having caused trouble. When my last class of the day ended, I grabbed my books and slowly walked over to the library. I was in no hurry to get there. As I walked, I wondered what type of punishment I would get. I highly doubted it would be the paddle. Mr. Quackers didn’t even seem like the type who would use. .. "Item" I think is the word I'm searching for."Susan gasped again, and tried to say something, but it just wouldn't come out."I've talked to my attorney, Susan. The divorce papers should be in the mail Monday. Call my attorney and give him the name of yours so we can get this thing over with. Unless you fight this, I want to make a fair settlement. I'm thinking of giving you the house, the Volvo and a third of the money that was in our savings account when I left here Sunday. I assume you.