At the far end, Mr Pierce’s schoolteacher spider sense tingled; he could tell there was trouble brewing.“Woody! You pisshead!” was John’s open...ng gambit.“John. Hi, enjoying the dance?” Woodrow Woodruff – Woody to everybody in the school – had also smuggled some alcohol in; if he had been in his normal frame of mind he would have been half way to the door by now. But a bit of alcohol had given him courage; no, he would not run this time (he always got caught anyway, eventually).“Fuck off!”“Ah, a. Thedrool from my gag was running down my chin and I stiffened when a strand of ithit his hand.? Pushing me down, so thatmy head was close to the ground, he began to grind my face into the carpet. I was finding it hard to breathas he pushed my nose into the carpet and I felt the need to sneeze as thefibres started to go up my nose. Pulling me back up, I fought to breathethrough my now blocked nose, my sneeze at least clearing my nose, though Sirdid not seem to appreciate it very much. As he. He could see the man's hands on his neighbor's waist. Were they moving lower? His throat was tight.Lisa's mind was spinning with what she had seen and what she was feeling. Her knees gave way and he caught her and held her, her legs dangling. She was the picture of a damsel in distress being rescued as he carried her to the couch and gently laid her down. Her dress had slid up to her waist while her legs were swinging. She ignored it."Lisa?" When she did not immediately respond, he softly. You want to be punished...' I scrambled to his flaccid tool and begin to kiss and lick his huge shaft. Nimbeou said '...your mouth is dry...' He pulled from my lips and lifted my head. A glass was at my lips and Nimbeou poured some more of his tonic into my mouth. My lips caked with their remnants of their seeds and my anal juices, I swallowed and looked up at Nimbeou as he told his friends '...fuck him good...' My feet was snatched from under me and I was smashed into the floor one of the guys.