The wooden chair creaked under him. He was too embarrassed to reply."You were always a good friend to me," Angela said. "Even before you saved my life... you were a good friend to me." Naw," Malcolm said, nervously, "I never did nothing."Angela's two small hands reached out and grasped Malcolm's big right hand. "You're wrong," she exclaimed. "They would have killed me. You know that." I don't know anything of the kind," Malcolm said.He looked at the delicate white fingers, each tipped with a. .. Crowded... Empty...I'm running behind. My feet carry me through the empty hallways of Van Buten College. I'm wearing a button up shirt over an under shirt, slacks, and my favorite par of black boots; though my boots are tattered and old. The halls are dimly light and there are no sighns of anyone, no people, no footsteps, no shadows. I've got my costume in my bag, nothing special, this year I'm dressing as a scarecrow. There's a restroom, I can change in there. I duck into the bathroom, a. ” My words of praise encouraged her and I looked on as her soft wet tongue bathed my whole cockhead. She swirled her tongue and licked all around the spongy sensitive membranes of my engorged crown as I felt it seem to stiffen even more under her warm oral bath. She circled the crimson crown again and again with her searching tongue and then she slowed down and poised her full succulent lips over the very tip. She had her lips almost closed and puckered as if for a kiss, and then she pressed. ‘Such well trained little lap dogs,’ Max mumbled just loud enough for his temptress to hear. The guard patting Max down stopped for a second and punched him in the face. Max took the blow, his head jerking violently to the side, but his body remained firmly standing. He straightened his head upon his shoulders to look into the eyes of the guard. ‘Do it again,’ he said, his eye twitching. The guard backed up a step. ‘He’s clean,’ he announced to Gillian. He backed up to a safe distance from Max,.