"No one eats my cunt like you do," Meg said in between moans and gasps.Emily's tongue noisily thrust in and out of her tight gushing fuckhole."God, ye...... Fuck my pussy with your hot tongue," Meg practically screamed.Em's face was moving back and forth devouring her with an insatiable hunger. It was one of those things that she had loved about Emily, She always had a hungry fuckable mouth and a never-ending thirst for hot girl cum pouring down her greedy throat.Emily's thumb pressed against her. It won't do you a bit of good to prevaricate and stall.When this day is over and you think what has occurred,You'll have learned a useful lesson or feel humiliated and absurd." Now insults from your macho throat can rise with scream and yell;You can fight us but we'll rally and your day will be like hell.We'll make you wear drab boyish clothes, your chest will be quite flatThough hair and makeup 'twill leave no doubt 'tis sissy at the bat!"There was fear in casey's manner: No escaping from this. I remember what happened as if it was yesterday and still get very hard thinking about itThere I was dressed only in ridiculous long shorts and white vest which were the norm back then, waiting outside of his door, the school gradually becoming quite as all the pupils left, after awhile the door opened and he told me to enter which I did.He stood there very tall and slim with his bottom leaning on his front of his desk, dressed like I myself ,excepting his shorts were very much shorter and I. A big gun (I wore a military-issue .45 automatic). And I should mention here that in the three years I carried the gun on my side(it was legal in Arizona), I never once fired it in anger. Not once. The mere presence of a weapon in your possession, especially as one as powerful as a .45(you could stop a car with the right ammunition), could usually avert any notion of foul play that might arise. It wasn’t so much the fear of interacting with your ‘superiors’, that is, the persons who supplied.