‘I’m fine,’ I gulped, watching as he withdrew his hand, half-afraid he was about to produce another syringe. ‘I took painkillers a few minutes...ago.’ ‘Good, they’ll make you feel a whole lot better. But I still think you could use something else. Hold out your hand.’ I stared at him in alarm. ‘What?’ He caught my left hand then tipped several small packets into my palm. ‘Did you know,’ he began gravely as I blushed again, realising exactly what was enclosed within the multicoloured foil-wrapped. I said I got Rachel's car (my old lady) and she won't be awake till 5:30to go to work. She said they would lock the door on her if she left. I said go out the back door and be quite if they lock you out beat the door down and make them get up and let you in. She was still scared but wanted the buzz so I said I'll be there in 10 minutes be outside if not I'll get them up and smoke without you. I pulled up and there she was ready to go. She gets in the car and quickly asked where the boat is. The band room had a large window on one side of the room, and from the piano I could see where the other students ate lunch, though they couldn’t really see me. Through that window, I could see Kristen, eating lunch and hanging out with two other girls – Jenny and Renee. They were all in band and chorus together. Every day while playing, I would watch Kristen enjoy her lunch hour through the glass, eating, talking, laughing. Through the glass, it seemed like she was on the other side of the. She moans softly as my lips slip across her moist lips. I press my mouth to her pussy, smooth and ready for my attention. My tongue slides inside her and then slips lower, ticking the tight hole of her ass.Mistress Chelsea moans again and grabs a fistful of hair. She tugs my hair while I slide my tongue back up, this time all the way up to her clit. Her moaisture drains into my hungry mouth and I sigh deeply as swallow her flavor. My Misstress Chelsea leans her head back, her legs lift up.