Pressing me against you once again you reach around rub your thumb against my lower lip. I close my eyes and part my lips allowing your thumb to scrap... past my teeth and press into my tongue. I taste your saltiness. I close my lips around your thumb as you pull it out – savoring it. You move your hand from my lips down my throat to my breastbone then back to my breast. You begin to aggressively pull squeeze and pinch my tits while I arch my back pressing them further into your hands. I’m still. A moan escapes my mouth. ‘Sh… you don’t want others hearing do you?’ Biting his lips he releases my hands, scratching down his chest. I cannot believe this is real. Removing my pants as his hands slide down, removing my underwear, capturing my lips. I look down and his cock already ready, pointing straight up, engorged with blood, and huge. Grabbing my buttocks he lifts me and impales inside me the sensation of thickness and fullness overwhelming. Before a moan could escape my mouth, our. ”“Would have been too late by then”, I told him. “Everyone was laughing at me.”He sighed and shook his head.I just muttered, “So much for this school.”Dan replied: “We’re not done yet. When you’re in trouble and need a bloody good defence, kick the enemy in the balls. Come on.” He led me off back to the main office where he demanded to see the headmaster “this instant!”. That’s when I discovered that Dan when angry is not someone to mess with! Either he was genuinely angry or an excellent. Stacey opened her eyes and was once again forced to watch her friends suffer. With her eyes open again Stacey continued to cry and beg them to stop. Please stop hurting my friends! she would yell, with no result. Stacey knew what James wanted, knew he wanted her to beg for the spit to end the pain of what she was witnessing. Stacey didnt want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg for the spit, but she didnt think she could last much longer. Suddenly heard herself screaming, I cant.