Mrs. Thompson, whom the students knew as “Miss Piggy” for her resemblance to the famous Muppet, seemed to hate everyone, but she really seemed to ...ave it in for the guys in the class. This was a teacher who had a sign that said ‘Rule #1: The Teacher is always right; Rule #2: If you think the teacher is in error, refer to rule #1.’ And she actually meant it.In 7th grade, I’d had the most awesome language teacher for Spanish. In 8th, I had the worst. I dreaded having her for another year, but I. You want to get into the car business, right? And you are thinking about buying Ray Pollard's old dealership and bringing in foreign cars to sell, right?"I was nodding my agreement as he spoke."Well, I don't know nothin' about selling cars, but I know someone who does." Who's that?" Ray Pollard," he grinned.I laughed. The simple answer was usually the best. I shrugged and clapped Stumpy on the shoulder. "I should have thought of that. He wants to sell the property, so naturally, he'd want to. When her torturer “threw his hotdog down her hallway” and started slamming himself in and out of her, Sarah made a series of fast, whimpering grunts, and her body followed with a cascade of mini-orgasms. Her body was completely open to the kid now, he could have whatever he wanted, and was taking it, and her mind was enjoying it as well. Part of Sarah knew she should be fighting back, but the now larger part simply lay there and took it, thinking her torturer would be cumming in her soon.The. "I'm going to miss these," I said."No you're not," she said. "You'll still get to see them." Not as much." Poor baby," she said. "I have a cake to make." Let me suck them ... just a little," I wheedled."No!" she said. "If I let you suck them, we'll end up in bed and I'll have to air out my room again." Not if we do it on the kitchen table," I teased."We eat on that table!" she said, in mock horror."I can think of something I'd like to eat on that table," I said."They could be home any minute,".