For three months she stayed in her pyjamas and wallowed with pain and regret, the look on Clarks face burned into her memory as he lay broken and crad...ed in her arms. She looked back out to the sinking moon, her eyes surveying the landscape for her caped hero one last time before closing them in defeat and wiping away a solitary last tear and slowly walking over back to her bed.~Months went on and Autumn turned to Winter but still every day, John would sit at the window across from the main. I could sense the tension in her body, coiled up. I started licking her clit again, this time I gripped her butt plug and slowly started to pull it out of her ass. Her eyes bulged and she caught her breath. I kept pulling ever so slowly, I saw the metal stem that connected the Blue Jewel to the part that was still in her ass. Then her anus started to bulge as the rounded end started to emerge. I kept pulling, her anus gave up the fight and the plug came out. She was panting. I took the thong. "did i tell you, you could cum"? "No". i said weakly. He looked at me and smacked me again."Exactly, why the hell is it so hard for you to ask before you do shit bitch"? "I'm sorry master". I said holding my face. " Master? I like that slut you deserve some pleasure for calling me that without me saying anything, Johnson make the bitch cum". Mr.Johnson looked at Mason and i could see he was terrified of him i knew that he would do anything Mason told him at this point. Mr.Johnson went on his. I would also like to interview you at some stage today – Mr. Barton says that you have a free period just after lunch. Would that be a good time?”“Of course, that would suit me well”, Charlotte said politely. The van deposited Charlotte and her ‘discrete’ camera crew (two cameramen and a woman reporter) outside the school gate. Mr. Styler made his way to the Headmaster’s office while Charlotte, trailed by the crew, went to class. First period was history. The crew was interviewing her.