A slut like her mother. A filthy whore who couldn’t be trusted around any man. I bet the teacher was married, and she fluttered her eyebrows and coo...d and acted so coy and flirty, luring him from his wife.Just like that whore Pete married.I stroked my son’s hand. “She’s been so bad,” I said, unable to help myself. He was so damned sexy. So strong, so muscular, so handsome. I bet Jenny saw it, too. The way she kept turning to James. I’d have to watch the little minx. “I need you.”“Need me?” he. Why should they miss out on the fun? My cock made the women in their lives horny vixens. After breeding them, the least I could do was make sure they got off, too. Some even loved me for it, bringing me girls to fuck or just sharing me with their women.Sabrina shot her eyes down to my dick and whimpered. Her hands squeezed her tits. She looked over her shoulder at Tavon. He had come closer, his eyes wide, realizing what his girlfriend was about to do as the other Duck cheerleaders were pulling. I lifted her top turned her and sucked her nipples.She then nibbled on my chest and moved her hand down to hold my cock massaging over my shorts.As she was standing I kneeled and slid my hands under her skirt and lowered her panties. She lifted her skirt and I was licking her dripping pussy. She was holding my head and moaning rather loud. Nobody can hear us in the roar of the sea. After a while I stood up and she went down, pulled down my shorts and undies. My cock sprang out.I asked her to. When would Mr. Hathaway call in the ransom? Would he make the call immediately, or would he wait until morning? Brittany prayed for the former. It was cold and dark down here, and her breasts—sandwiched between her ribcage and the wood—were starting to ache. Having to sleep in this position would be hell.Mr. Hathaway rounded Brittany’s doubled-over form again. She looked up at him, wiggling her hands and letting the chains rattle against the concrete, even going so far as to pull against them,.