“Jamie Miller, come and read yours,” Ms. Marcie purred as I kept squirming, biting my lips, my pussy so on fire.“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” Jamie said,...a short girl who had a face that reminded me of a pixie, framed by her short, brown hair. She held her poem in her hands, her cheeks pink, her nipples pressing at the front of her white, schoolgirl blouse. Tartan skirts swirled about her thighs.Many of the girls dressed to please Ms. Marcie. She had a schoolgirl fetish.I struggled to listen, to pay. She was still sitting there, on thephone with the 911 operator when the first police cruiser pulled up, lights flashing. One officer came toward her as she opened her car door. ‘She’s inside, in the office. She’s dead. I know she’s dead.’ She knew she was babbling and hysterical but she was terrified. ‘Okay, ma’am. Did you see anyone else inside the building?’ As she shook her head, he waved her back. ‘Sit back in your car and don’t move.’ The officer moved towards the building, pulling his. “Take a picture with your phone” she said in a horny tone.He did as she asked and got a good shot of her with her tongue on his cockhead and his cum on her lips. “Now enter my number” Sondra continued and gave him her cell number.Josh did just that, coupling the picture with her number.She cleaned his clock with her mouth and stood up.Josh redid his pants and held out her string. “Keep it” she said “as a memento from a wonderful first meeting.”He smiled and pulled her close to him, kissing her. He liked the way she held Silk against the wall and made her cum. Silk didn’t stand a chance against both girls and finally she let go. Finally when her climax subsided she gave Stacey an evil look and hip blocked her so that Stacey was on the floor. Syndee scrambled to pull the dildo from Silk and get herself out of the way. Silk followed Stacey down and grabbed the hose from her, attacking her with it. Syndee looked back at Michael who handed her another dildo. Then at his nod, Syndee helped.