"Worthless"ton seemed particularly appropriate if that was the case.Yeah, I'd promised not to call him that, but I could still think it.I worried, too... about Missy, thinking I should have discussed her history with Mrs. Devers instead of assuming the Vice Principal had known about it. Maybe if I got to school in time to be there when she came out nude...All this thinking made me antsy and I was ready to get up and face the day -- well, as ready as I'd ever be. "Time to get up, I guess." Usual. At lunchtime I went back into the house, prepared her a sandwich and adrink and went down to see how my pretty little princess was getting on.Before I entered the cellar I checked on my phone to make sure the dumbbitch was planning anything silly like waiting behind the door for mewith a heavy object; surely she wouldn't be so fucking dumb?Of course she wasn't, she was for too weak and scared to risk anythinglike that; instead she greeted me obediently with a deep curtsey and a"Good afternoon. The two men grunt and groan obscenely. I feel my orgasm building and build and start sucking the cock in my mouth stronger. I feel a hand under me, cupping and squeezing my breast, and know that a third man has joined us. My hands grip the rug tightly, little fists hanging on as my body is fucked hard, bounced back and forth between two hard and horny men. The man in my mouth starts to cum. It’s just a little, at first; some salty, gooey jizz that spurts to the back of my throat. Then his hands. A bit harder these ones too, but I’ll just give your bottom a good rub before we begin. That’s it. Right then, we better get on with it - hold tight!That was a further thirty Mrs Jackson. I think you felt those a bit more, didn’t you? Yes, I thought so, but it’s no more than a naughty girl deserves, is it? Well I’ll just rub it better shall I? Yes, Mrs Jackson, that’s much better isn’t it? Now you’re doing very well Mrs Jackson, and I’m enjoying playing with these very nice panties, but I.