. I must go now" Shana explained jumping to her feet and heading for the front door."Oh shit ... Taryn I can't take you with me ... my boss will have ... cow"."Fuck ... fuck" she muttered under her breath. She looked perplexed as to what to do."It's OK ... I will get someone to come get me and take me home" Taryn volunteered."You are a life saver" Shana yelled as she raced out the front door, leaving me with a bewildered Taryn."I can drive you home if you like" I offered.Karyn was a slim blonde. I shoved some money back in the slot, but the screen didn’t go up. The little read-out was telling me there was a special show going on and I needed to put more money in the slot. Not knowing what was happening on the other side of the screen was killing me, but I didn’t have much money with me. Shoving what money I had left into the slot caused the screen to quickly slid back up. On the other side my wife was on her back, one huge black dick in her mouth and the other buried in her. Unbeknownst to me that she had her personal car equipped like the armored cars used to transfer money, the back doors won't open except from outside, the glass was dimmed and no one could see through it and it was sound proofed. So my attempts and screams only served to get her angrier and she slapped my face repeatedly.I was amazed at the strength of her slaps, and the speed at which her hand moves. Within in a blink of my eye, I found my hands tied behind me and a blindfold slipped on my. His students knew he was "off" again and smiled knowing that they could do almost anything they wanted when he was in another world like that. Nobody complained because it was refreshing to be free from the shackles of constant supervision and interference with their other responsibilities. In other words, they would be able to do the sort of things that had absolutely nothing to do with French Literature.Young Harry Higgins was reading a novel of dubious merit inside his textbook that had some.