"Mister Thomas' residence,how may I help?" Hello,my name is Aisling Saunders and I was wondering could I speak with Mr.Thomas,the old Headmaster of Bi...chwood Well's College ?"There was brief moment of silence before the voice asked, " Were you a pupil of his?" Yes,I about six years ago now," Aisling replied."I am afraid Mr.Thomas is busy,but if you would like to call again ....!" I was really hoping to see him,if I could,I know if you would mention my name he would remember me," Aisling cut. I got inside, and was sitting in the empty cabin for 5 minutes. One office lady came and told Rosy madam had gone outside and will be back after few minutes. So to come back later. I went to my work and was busy. It was 8 and didn’t get any calls from Rosy, and was relaxed thinking that I was spared that day.My office phone rang at 8.45 pm and heard the same sexy voice telling to meet her in her cabin. My tension was increased to its peak. I was walking towards her cabin and saw no body in. With a slight shrug of her shoulders, the shirt fell to the kitchen floor. She strolled that stripped nude sweet body straight past me to the coffee maker and filled her mug then turned back to me. “Who were you on the phone with?” she asked me.“Oh, just my brother Dewey.”“So is your last name Cox?” she asked.“No,” I laughed. “It’s Moresby, Danny Moresby, DJ to my family and anyone who knows me well enough,” sticking out my hand to shake hers. “Patricia Xavier-Haynes,” she answered and. Suddenly her cries of pain and degradation ceased and in their place were cries of pleasure and lust.Her body bucked and twisted as she moaned and screamed out her lust around the cock plunging into her throat. Her eyes flew open and somehow locked on mine, and as we starred at each other I heard myself tell her to fuck those cocks till they emptied their cum into her."Fuck them Honey, show me how much you like these men fucking you. Show me how much you like having them fill you with cum."Her.