I was well surprised How she did not have a hangover , we discussed about the previous night and she found her actions rather amusing then feeling bad...about it , ” So he just saw me peeing on the floor facing him ? ” she inquired about the man who saw her last night , I replied and told her about it , she could remember much but she was in no mood to feel bad about it , she gave me a big thankyou that afternoon , by having sex which we missed last night , we spent an rather lazy evening in the. Rowbottom asked.“I am!” I moaned. “Oh, goddess, I’m going to cum with that big futa-dick reaming my asshole.”“Yeah, you are!” Annalee panted, her face twisting in delight.“Do it,” purred Ms. Rowbottom. “Cum hard. Let them all see your passion.”“Yes!” I gasped, my hands shaking more. “So if we agree to this premise than ... than ... Oh, yes, fuck my asshole!”Ms. Rowbottom fucked me hard. She pounded my bowels, plunging to the hilt in my velvety depths. I gasped, squeezing down around her. She'd been throat-fucked so many times today that she no longer gagged and choked from the jabbing and sliding of cock-flesh in the heart of her neck. Instead, she simply relaxed, allowing the boy to use her head and throat in any way he wished, fucking her face violently if he wanted to. If she didn't fight, she didn't gag. What's more, the more she relaxed, the more the boy's cock stimulated her lips, her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and her throat. In addition, the face-fucking caused her. That movement near me caused the rest of the class to turn and stare to see who the dunce was that got called to the principal’s office. I felt like I was in third grade and it completely ruined the nap during Bychkova’s lecture.When I walked into Dean Peterson’s office and told his admin, Miss Stevenson, that I’d been summoned, she motioned me to a seat and I found there were four other students sitting waiting as well.“I’m sorry,” Dean Peterson said when he came out of his office. “I was.