I pushed the prep down into a chair near the teachers desk and stood eyeing him. He was pissing me off with his shouting, "This is a major problem kid... not only by the school but it's a pretty serious CRIME too!" for example, shit like that. I decided to confuse him with a smile, and truthfully was becoming somewhat entertained by how naive he was. I stayed silent, and finally replied to him by tossing my knife at him, which spun like a buzz saw through the air and to my luck the blade buried. " Fine." You fucking bet it's fine. It's more than fine. It's awesome." Yeah, well, I think so too." Think that shit walking, dude."He slowly turned, kept looking back at me."There you go," I jeered. "Think that shit walking away."Patrick's eyes went visibly glossy and he walked a little faster now,turned his head away."Keep walking, dude. That's great! You're totally doing it! You'retotally walking away!" I shouted at his back.Then Patrick was elbowing his way through the kids and gone. . But now here she was, kneeling before him knowing that the route to freedom passed straight through his traitorous cock. She looked up at his blank, smiling face and he looked back down at her and said ‘Jess does it better.’ For Monica, that comment was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She’d been trying so hard to stay together through all this but now she just wanted to break down and give up. ‘Fuck you and fuck this!’ she screamed, ‘I can’t do this! There is no way I am ever touching. My mistress moves her finger inside me, exploring, deep thrusts, seeking my prostate. My cock is throbbing and I can feel precum oozing from me and falling to the floor. Each lick of my tongue makes the girl in front of me sigh and as I get pulled deeper into her pussy, I explore her depths with my mouth. She is gushing her own fluids as my saliva and her wetness merge and froth her lips.My mistress has now two, then three fingers inside me, sliding in and out. Deep thrusts. It must be just.