" But she doesn't want another husband; she wants you to come back. She says you're the only man she'll ever love." Well, you know that isn't correct,...Michael. You told me yourself about her friend." Who? Uncle Mark. Yes, he's her friend but she doesn't love him. He only comes to see mum when he's got Auntie Shirley with him. Mum calls her the chaperone or something. Mum says you're the only man that will ever come into our house without a chaperone. Uncle Mark keeps trying to tell mum she. “I understand you’ve been having trouble with Monica,” he said. “This is my first fall here, but I’ve been trying to get a handle on the senior class and perhaps straighten out any problems before they escalate.” Brenda shook her head. “Monica has been a problem ever since she’s been here. We went to middle school together, and it actually started then. She’s always been a little slut. No one says much about it because she gets good grades. There’s a double standard, because there was another. . I guess that means I don’t have to go easy on you.’ With that she started ramming her cock deep in and out of my mouth. All I could do was sit and take it. After what felt like and eternity, she finally pulled her cock out of my mouth. Streams of spit leaked out of my mouth and dripped off of her cock. ‘There’s a good little slut. Now give me your hands.’ I did as I was told. She reached into the bag she had brought me before and got out the handcuffs. She took my hands around my back and. “God, I thought you said that you fixed this thing last time.” Sam’s desire to slap her silly for crashing her computer again warred with the arousal that her bared cleavage caused. “I did.” “Well, obviously not,” she replied, her voice as much a sneer as the expression on her face. “Just fix the thing,” she demanded, and then swept out of her cubicle. “Bitch,” he muttered as he sat down. As expected, the crash was her fault. Sam got the system back online in a couple of minutes, just in time.