Randall stopped at that point, looking at Maggie with an expression of triumph. "You mind your own business." He said. Anne looked at Randall with an ...xpression of disgust."No." Maggie replied,"You really are a slow learner." Randall snarled, his hand raising the cane again."And you're an asshole." Maggie taunted.The cane came around again, striking high, as she expected. She ducked low, her foot lashing into Randall's leg brace. He howled with pain, losing his balance and dropping to his good. Moving her slightly, so she was sitting on the desk, he stepped between her legs, spreading them. He moved her hand from his cock and took it in his own. Then he slid the tip of it up and down her lips, feeling the moistness there, smiling at her evilly. She blushed a deep red and lowered her eyes, ashamed that he now knew exactly how aroused she was. He slowly moved the head of his cock up and down, parting her lips, but not pushing into her. As he moved up he pressed his cock firmly. Nope. The next contained T-shirts and tops.“Fucks sake!” Amos slid the last drawer shut angrily. Desperately, he looked around, failing to see any likely hiding places. Nope. It was a bust. The bottom drawer was sticking out ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable. Dejected, he kicked it shut as he moved past to leave the room. It slid back out slightly again. Quickly, Amos dropped to his knees, sliding the drawer all the way out.“Bingo!” There, nestled in its own little homemade pouch, glued to. I yawned and opened my eyes, seeing that it was Drew's penis, pushing against the fabric of his jeans. My skirt had rode up when I laid down, and my white cotton panties were showing. I got up and looked at Drew, who appeared to be asleep. "Drew? Wakey wakey!" I giggled, still intoxicated, and kissed him on the cheek. He stirred a little and I kissed him on the lips softly. He woke up, a little groggy at first, and blushed."Shit, did I fall asleep?" he asked, and I nodded, laughing softly. He.