With my lubed up fingers, I inserted them into his tiny asshole.I slipped in one finger, then a second and then I wriggled them around, loosening him ...p again. Victor smiled and moaned again.Then I pulled my fingers out and pressed my new toy’s thick head against his now gaping hole.I giggled as he softly tried to make some kind of protest "No, wait..."But the tip was already in, and then he gasped.I saw some pain tears running down his cheeks; but he stood quiet.I was almost all the way in his. It was a story about a wife who has the same oral craving affliction as myself and her husband built her a gloryhole booth in their garage which started the hot true tale.When Philip walked into the bedroom with a towel around his waist, I was in full masturbation mode. My laptop was opened between my legs and as I read, my fingers were rubbing my clit like I was trying to erase a mistake. As he continued to voyeur, I arched my back, screamed and let out a much needed powerful orgasm! Taking. Pronounced "once-er". It means "one-time event", which is what I should use, but don't. You can blame Dad if you want.)I turned to leave, but Mr. Millane stepped in front of me. "Please reconsider. It would be very good for you and the school."Reconsidering didn't take me very long at all. "Nope. I'm not running any more races. End of story. Bye."Apparently it wasn't the end of story because Mr. Millane moved to block me yet again. He launched into an impassioned speech about why I had to do as. As I walked in I saw James still sat at his desk. He just looked at me, then the sandwich and chuckled. “Pretty big sandwich don’t you think?” “I usually eat half then leave the rest for later,” I responded. I sat down and began to unwrap the sandwich to eat. I was about halfway through it when he asked me to help him with something on his computer. I dropped the sandwich and shuffled over to him, as I did he sharply said, “Nevermind.” A bit frustrated by this I shuffled back to where I was.