“So, you say you don’t like my attention to you, but I see you are rather eager for our play to begin,” the Prefect tells young Donald who blush...s deeply at this comment.“Come here,” the Head Boy commands him as he turns his chair to face the bed.Donald goes and stands right in front of his now master. He knows what he has to do. He has been taught well about what is expected. He lowers himself on his knees between the perfects legs. Donald can see the outline of his large, hard, cock in. It's a bit of a dive, but it's always got open seats and there's a decent selection on tap to go with all the flat screens over the bar - the perfect place to blow off some steam and kill some time.When I got in, the place was pretty empty, which was fine by me. No crowds meant I didn't have to fight with people to get a hockey game on. I sat down, decided it was a light night and ordered a Shiner, and had the bartender switch the nearest screen to the Rangers game. It seemed like the perfect. Who knows what would have happened?Once she found out that the four of them were having straight sex along with their homosexual escapades, she got the girls on birth control and was a little more relaxed about leaving them to their own devices. It helped that she was getting laid regularly with Mr. Jones. Watching Mark suck on Justin's cock poolside was turning Mrs. Peterson on, and she absentmindedly slid her hand up her thigh while she watched the boy's lips and tongue swirl and encircle. Every time she is on the alter, either bent over it, he taking her vaginally or anally, or laying on it on her back, her legs spread wide in the F'dor's hands, or over the his shoulders. He never comes in her, though. He always pulls out and sprays her face, hair, breasts, and stomach, or occasionally shoots into her mouth, forcing her to swallow. Despite her disgust, Rhapsody is forbidden to wipe it off, it stay and eventually dries. As a result she is covered in layers of sweat and cum from.