.PT 2 (@ school)Jane and I had some classes together, but our homerooms were different. We went our separate ways, with different things on our mind. ...n my mind, was the sexual fantasy I had had about the two of us. Homeroom was quite uneventful. I rushed out of the room, trying to find the nearest bathroom so I could cum my heart out. I couldn't stop thinking about Jane. FUCK! I couldn't hold it in anymore. I rushed into the STAFF bathroom, and luckily, every stall was vacant. I rushed into. So, I made a plan.I went up to her and told her that I could no longer trust her and will be divorcing her. Hearing this, she began to cry and started pleading with me to reconsider my decision.After a while, I told her that if I should stay, then she would have to listen to everything I say and obey me for the rest of her life. She would be also punished for what she had done. She instantly agreed to everything and said that I can control every aspect of her life from that today and I can. She admired her side reflection in the full-length mirror – tits not too bad, legs in pretty good shape from all the cycling. As she turned face on, sunlight from the window behind lit up her puffy lips, reflecting off the silver chain dropping from her slit and disappearing again up her backside. Sharon was happy to pull on her uniform blouse and culottes, knowing her lack of underwear should keep her aroused all day. She plays the story again on the bus up to the Sorting Office, sitting in. By force if necessary. Third, the items you have consumed, as prepared by me, will replenish your body with the much needed nutrients and chemical compounds to renew your vigor and cause your body to produce even more semen than before." What the hell? What do you mean?" I questioned her.She released me and stood up, "Go clean up again Thomas. You smell like sex." I did as I was told.*****Over the next few weeks, what she told me seemed to be true. We had some sort of sexual activity at least.