As she walked off, John was terrified as to what would happen next. As scared as he was, he couldn’t help stare at her perfectly sculpted ass, and h...r perfect legs. He was looking at her in a way he had never looked at a woman before...at least a woman that wasn’t in a porno. As Miss Peterson turned around to walk back, she caught John staring right at her crotch. She noticed his manhood in a raging hard-on.“What is this...” asked Miss Peterson, “when i saw this last time it wasn’t nearly as. I, of course, had never seen them before, and my mouth was dry as I feasted my eyes on the succulent light tan mounds of flesh. Her nipples were very dark brown, like chocolate, and I had an almost physical ache of desire to fasten my lips and teeth round them at that moment... But it was not 'my' moment. At first, it was Buck's three acolytes who swooped gleefully on the stricken girl's exposed breasts, their hands and mouths battling for possession of the tender flesh - then Buck raised his. His cock fucked me. I started to whisper into the carpet, “my hair, my hair.”I didn’t think he heard me say those words, which made his actions all the more intense. I felt him lean forwards, I felt him gather up my long hair, I felt him clutch and twist it in his hands and then I smiled broadly as my head was pulled back, my neck extended, my back arched.This fuck was going to get better than the best.He pulled. Hard!He was leaning backwards, the only contact with me was my hair and cunt. His. When he opened the door, Dupree was waiting outside.“What’s wrong, Stafford?”“THIS BASTARD! He’s cheating! I don’t know how, but unless he’s a bona fide psychopath, he’s cheating on this test! And he’s not even TRYING to hide it! He drove George up the wall as well, AND he threatened me. He FAILED. There. Fucking hell. I’m having a cuppa. Sir.”Dupree watched the man as he walked to the end of the hallway, where the toilets and the vending machines were. Then he came in, smiling.“You can take.