The man looked at Georgia again. “I guess we’d better dig out our licenses and stuff. I’m Pierre Boulanger, by the way.” He stuck out his hand... “Hell of a way to meet somebody, isn’t it?”Georgia smiled. Pierre had a trace of an accent, not French, but something non-native, even though he pronounced his last name in the French style, Boo-lon-zhay. “Georgia Cummings. Nice to meet you too, I guess.” She looked wryly at the two cars, noticing that Pierre drove a Mercedes himself, only in dark. Amy felt Mark get up and then Vanessa. She knew he had been groping his wife when he rolled over on his other side, since he had been driving her crazy before. It wasn’t long before she heard the unmistakable sounds of sex, followed closely by Vanessa urging him on. Amy slid her fingers over her clit and timed her rubbing with the slapping sounds that came through the door, imagining it was her getting impaled. She came when Mark grunted, not bothering to hide her cries. She was just drifting. The vice-principal happened to come in. He walked over and asked quietly, ‘What’s going on?’ Charlie tried to speak, but couldn’t. Sharon said, ‘Chuck is having a bad moment.’ ‘Something to do with school? The kids?’ Teaching can be emotionally draining. ‘No. It’s personal. Love-related,’ said Sharon. ‘Oh. Should I get a sub?’ Charlie shook his head, but Sharon said, ‘I think we better.’ Charlie looked up, then shrugged. He still couldn’t speak. ‘Well, there’s only two periods left. I’ll. I couldn’t believe I was enjoying myself. I shouldn’t be doing this and he definitely shouldn’t be. I vowed that I wouldn’t enjoy myself with him again. I would do as he said to prevent him from really hurting me but I would not enjoy it. “Alright baby, now you are not allowed to cum tonight but Daddy is so why don’t you get down there and suck my cock like the little whore you are and do not try to touch that clit while you’re down there.” I squirmed under the blanket down in between his legs.