So if you fucked me, is that part of your therapy?"Her eyes narrowed and suddenly her body language started shouting, just as mine had."Well, I can se... you've already decided who and what I am. No, Thomas, for what it's worth, I wouldn't sleep with you for therapy. It wouldn't do any good at all after this conversation anyway. I'm not on a mission now. If I slept with you, it would be because I wanted to, not because I thought I had to. But we don't have to worry about that, because you've. Getting ten people from my house to the gym took some horse trading, but by the time the bell rang, we were all set.Betty Lou put her hand on my arm as I started to get up. The rest of the gang wandered off."Have you talked to Missy today?" she asked.I shook my head. "I tried, a bit, in English. Should I try harder?" I haven't seen her say two words to anyone, and her 'friends' are shunning her." She split out of English and World History before I could say more than 'Hi.' I don't have any more. Hunter pinches my left nipple, hard, and then I feel it...cold metal clamping down on me. The pinch is hard, and stings at first. I take a deep breath and feel myself accepting the pain. I breathe through it and relax, and slowly the discomfort morphs into a burning pleasure. He moves to my right nipple, pinching then clamping. I take another deep breath, feeling shocks of excitement rush through my tits. Suddenly his lips are on mine again, kissing me hungrily. I feel another jolt of almost. I was dead set on shooting a load to the show I was watching."God, that looks like fun. I need to try that" Bill's mothers said as she fucked her son and watched my mother eat pussy."I'm close to cumming! Suck my clit!" Mrs. Anderson moaned while trying to hump my mother's face."I'm going to cum too!" Mrs. Jones cried out, as she began to move even faster up and down her son's large cock."Oh God! Suck the cum from my pussy!" Mrs. Anderson said and threw her ass up off the bed and pulled my.