“You’re supposed to be some place at a sleep over. Where would that be?”Reggie glanced at me. No help there---she went with the truth.“I---I w...s supposed to be at a friend’s house...”Reggie went with the tears then, but my mother wasn’t buying, she was a woman after all, she knew the value of tears, and at the moment they had zero value in her eyes.“I know that---the question is with whom? I require a name.”Reggie looked at my mother, perplexed.“A name, girl. What’s the girl friend’s name?”“Oh. . made contact. There is no more information coming from that source. She managed to convince him that if she found him those hoping to prosecute him would be able to do it just as quickly. He’s good but he’s sloppy, she said. She’s going to work with him to teach him how to do it without leaving breadcrumbs back to his father’s house.”“I ... uh,” I stammered. I didn’t want to be responsible for the next generation of hacktivist.“Don’t worry,” the professor said. “Nobody’s name came up. It was. She turned to the girls in the audience. “I know that most of you have either met and/or worked with these girls in some capacity. Is there anyone here who has a problem with giving them another chance, and letting them stay on?” There was polite silence from the girls in the auditorium. “Okay then,” said Tiffany. “You’ll be reinstated here. The first thing on your ‘to do’ list is report to Dee Dee later for the Milking sessions that you’ve missed. After that, as long as none of the other. He started thrusting up off the bed like a bucking bull, (or fucking bull, in this case,) impaling his massive prick deep into her greedy pussy with each hard push. He leaned up and started to suckle at her one breast while grabbing the other one, twisting the nipple. Goldie beamed in absolute bliss; she pulled his mouth off of her tit and deeply kissed him. Her tongue darted in, bathing his mouth in bliss. He clumsily tried to do the same. He wasn’t particularly good, but he was new to this.