Dinner was fun. I had Chicken Fried Steak with country gravy, spicy French fries, and a salad with Gorgonzola dressing. Cassie had mushroom steak with...mushrooms, mashed potatoes, and a salad with Italian dressing. We opted to skip dessert to save time. There was always Graeter’s after the dance if we wanted.We drove back to the school for the dance. Even with skipping dessert, we arrived about 15 minutes after the dance had started. Cassie didn’t seem concerned, so I didn’t say anything. She. Panting, she said, “Cum on face. Now. Do it. You know I can’t suck you…”John’s hands were now on Molly’s cheeks, holding her face gently, though his fingers were rigid. He looked down at her, even though she made a point to avoid matching his gaze.“Yes, you can,” he said. He knew what he was doing. He knew Molly wanted to suck him, but if he shot his load on her before she gave in, then she wouldn’t have to do it. But if he held back, then maybe she would cave under the strain.Then Molly dipped. " she said."Does he know where you live?" I asked."Yes," she said without further explanation. She looked worried."That is the worst. He could come to your house. I'm going to take care of all that for you. You just try to stay calm and do not have anything to say to him at all. Don't try to explain anything just let him vent, then I will talk to him sensibly."I reached into my pocket and clicked Martin's 'special bic' which I had retrieved from the cruiser along with my other non lethal toys.. “Hmmm," I acknowledged. "And were you thinking of me when you dressed in this — this attire?”She nodded again, her doe-eyes begging… Begging for what exactly, I wondered?“Tell me what you were thinking, my disobedient little slut.”Her fingers instinctively moved closer to the hem of her skirt.‘Ah ah!’ I said, shaking my head. “No playing with yourself! That’s what’s got you here in the first place, isn’t it!”I looked sternly at her. The tip of her tongue peeked anxiously from between her.