The group laughed at her again. “Bitch, this is the East Side. Screams here are like traffic noise. Everyone screams. We scream when we’re mad, we...scream when we’re scared, we scream just to hear ourselves make noise. Besides, you are in a concrete building with no other buildings close by. Even if you did scream, no one would hear you. Or care if they did!” he told her.While a couple of the men in the group held her, he walked over to the janitor had left all of his tools and supplies. He. ..it's hard to describe. I mean, I dreamed I had a cock. I dreamed that I was like Mouse, and you needed to punish me, and the more you spanked me, the harder my cock got, and then you knelt down to lick me and I don't have a cock and so you were licking my pussy, but it wasn't you, it was me and I was licking your pussy, and you... I guess I dreamed that you owned me. I'm sorry that it doesn't make sense." "Doll, listen, it does make sense. I have had those dreams as well. Not about you and me. As i mentioned he was disheveled looking had a un-groomed beard and hair, his clothes were dirty I thought homeless but he said he was just down on his luck and was going to a friends home for a few days. . "hope it was well worth it last night" he said. "Oh it sure was" i replied. He reached over taking my hand and placing it on his leg. I turned and looked at him as he took his seat belt off and unzipped his pants. His cock was rock hard as it popped out. I wrapped my hand around it jerking. “Please sit down, girls.” Nicola smiled as the class re-took their seats and focused their attention on their Head of Year and the other woman who was with her.Nicola McNamara turned and looked to Helen Downey, who stood nervously looking at the sixteen sixth form students that she would be responsible for that year.“Girls. This is Miss Downey. She will be replacing Mrs. Pearson as your Form Mistress this year. She’s joining the History department, so those of you who are studying History will.