Did she wear panties? I reckon it had to be either a thong or a g-string as there was no evidence of big panties. Maybe, of course, she wore none! Eve...y day Jo would come into my office for a chat and sit down across from my desk, but the legs were always tightly closed. Upskirt viewing, of which I have a bit of a fetish as you can possibly imagine, was not possible. The skirt would ride up her legs but I’d never get a glimpse. She knew I wanted a look, just teased the fuck out of me. We’d all. I knew thatwithout my training, that I'd be an emotional and mental wreck. Butinstead, I was ready to deal out some payback to those who'd sought tokill me as well as reassure my dad that I was alive.Dad is a psychiatrist who specializes in hypnosis to help patients dealwith trauma. He has help many traumatized victims of abuse and injury todeal with what happened to them and help them to start overcoming anydebilitating trauma. Thanks to him, I was able to take full use of mygifts and now was. I moved away as the pressure on my rosebudbuilt."Just relax honey," Emma soothed as she pressed again and as I began torelax I felt my hole begin to open and her cock head slipped in, Igroaned in pain at the stretching in my ass but after a short while shebegan to push again it felt like I was going to be ripped apart as hercock slid slowly further and further into me until I felt her thighstouch mine, she was all the way in and I felt as though I was being tornapart. Emma rested for a while. Tyson was the coaches favorite and everyone knew it was because his dad was the head coach.It hit a nerve with Greg as he looked furious."I want you fucking gone. Gone! I don't want to see your face ever." Greg shouted as the crowd continued to watch with excitement. Greg's face was red with anger. "I'll prove to you that I'm the king of this school. I'm the star of this university! You can't even compete with me. You fucking loser!" Greg roared.Tyson spit on the floor again right below Greg's.