”He bounded down the hall, and returned quickly with a small package wrapped neatly in gold paper. “It’s not much, but when I saw it, I immediat...ly thought of you. And I was really hoping I would see you again.”Ifeoma’s eyes shone as she unwrapped a green leather-bound journal, the cover tooled in intricate leaf designs. “Wow, thank you so much,” she said softly, “it’s beautiful.”“I thought of you as soon as I saw it — the color reminded me of your eyes.” She looked at him, surprised, and he. Due to its length, my mouth was still several inchesfrom the base of his penis. I used my hand to gently knead his stiffflesh as I began to bob my head back and forth while sliding my lips andtongue along the shaft. I reached up with my left hand and cradled hissac while gently rolling one testicle with my thumb. The effect of allthis on Victor was obvious. His eyes were closed and his mouth hungopen while groans of pleasure emanated from it. He threaded his fingersthrough my hair and. After the first class was over, Mistress Pam found me saying, "Open the mouth cunt and let me see. There had better be cum there, or you will be naked for the rest of the day."I tilted my head back some opening my mouth, showing her I still had cum in it. She was disappointed, but said, "Good cunt. Now swallow it."I swallowed, she pinched both my nipples saying, "I'll see you at lunch. Be in the back of the cafeteria naked, and on your knees facing forward so everyone can see you. I have a lot. ”Helen gestured to what looked to be a string of many red tassels hanging from Mander’s left shoulder. Because of the height difference between them and the way they were leaning over Marco, they were at Helen’s eye level. She played with them a little like a kitten.“You know what these are? Tell him, Mander.”“Laces. Taken off Nazis I fucked up or worse.”“You see,” Helen explained with a long drag, “A Nazi can be a Skinhead, but a Skinhead is not always a Nazi. Mander was one of the non-Nazi.