I looked around at the cafeteria crowd. Most were busy talking but I caught a few kids eyeing us, their angry eyes a sea of rage. News had spread fast...about what I had done to the star quarterback, stories ranged from me hitting him before he even had his hands on the ball to me grinding his face in the mud after he was down on the ground. Kids who had emulated me, stood up in class when called upon, addressed the teachers as Sir and Ma'am and even had their hair cut short were looking at me. I was so mad at her. "You don't get to cum until I want you to cum" she said as she started to lick my pussy. Her tongue was longer than I thought cause I could feel it start to rub my G spot, Oh, it felt like I was gonna cum. But she stopped again. This time I was so mad I tried to slap her in the face but I missed. "I am gonna keep doing this to you until I want you to cum for me" she said again, and she did. She continued the routine for almost half an hour before she said "Now your gonna. They had to queue up to get their food and when they were finished, were expected to scape their plates into a bin and place the cutlery and plates in large containers, then queue again for their dessert. Not quite what they were used to. At least the wine tasted good. Perhaps they were getting spoilt by travelling in the RV, Dave thought, but then decided that 'roughinh' it was not something he was keen to do.Seeing there was not a lot else to do, Dave suggested an early night in bed. This did. Then, when I asked about going down on her, Pete had made that statement about "whatever she asked me to do was okay."And then Laura had interjected the Big Exception. The "Wait just a minute, there," rule.There was to be no intercourse.But then, surprisingly, Pete came back with the exact same statement he'd already made! About how whatever Laura asked me to do would be okay.Everything about his declaration had been the same as the first time he'd said it. Why hadn't Pete just said, in.