"Here is where you came in your pants. And here is where I cum in your mouth." As he said that, I see his big cock start to twitch and flex as he fill...d my mouth.I found myself touching my dick through my shorts as the video ended."You know, now that we watched that, I could use a blowjob," he said with that smirk.I looked over, his hand was on his bulge, playing with his big cock through his gym shorts."Seriously man?" I begged."Well, I could always say the magic word. But I don't want you to. . I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ask. I should be ashamed of myself.” She started to rise from the desk but felt his hand gently restraining her this time.“What is it you need Ashley?”Her voice was almost a whisper as she said, “I.... I want you to, to um... f-fuck me Sir... please. I need it really bad.”“You haven’t earned the right to have my cock girl. In the meantime, maybe this will help.” She felt his hand move down the crack of her ass and moaned as his fingers slid over her dripping cunt. She. I said yes. Brad released me from the hold, rolled me over to face him, and grinned. He said I was now his bitch until Sunday night. He told me to sit up, while he pulled his briefs down in the back. He ordered me to kiss his ass. Then, he told me to strip out of my bra and panties, and to hand them to him...he said he was going to keep them as trophies. He ordered me back down on the mat, then he straddled me, began jerking off, and forced his cock into my mouth. He facefucked me until he came. But that Rat story got an very unexpected but interesting side effect. Local opinion began to have the mysterious "Mole Mob" as scapegoats for all unsolved crime in our town.We innocent guys got good laughs every time those, usually heavy magnified, stories about "Mole Mob's criminal actions" came to our knowledge. About two months after that now famous newspaper article about Rupert's pears shit hit the fan again. Our local police got a new chief, a genuine "friend of law and order" who.