She was thinking about the tall blonde boy in her math class that had broad shoulders, a thin waist, and long powerful legs. She imagined that the blo...de guy was on top of her thrusting his long, thick cock into her tight, wet pussy. Her fingers were busy stoking her clit, and finger fucking her tight hole. She could feel that she was close to orgasm, and she planned to masturbate over and over until she was exhausted. Her parents had gone to a meeting and that gave her hours to play with. Jessica asks. ‘You still owe us more cum, a lot more’ Mrs. Jessica pulls Brittany paints all the way down as she steps out of them and you lasciviously take notice of her long smooth legs and succulent round ass. However, you try to tell them that there is no way you can cum anymore, that they will never be able to get it up again, you point at your limp flaccid cock and tell them you don’t feel horny anymore. ‘Is that what you think?’ Mrs. Jessica amusingly asks. Mrs. Jessica walks around. She choked a little, and eagerly drank up every drop, licking the excess off of his penis, making sure he was all clean. Grunting, he pushes her back onto her little doggie bed. “Stay.” He walks off, leaving her under the desk. A little while later he comes back, with a longer leash in hand. He hooks it to her collar, and leads her on all fours, into the kitchen. Tying the leash to a ring on the wall, he gives one order. “Cook,” he commands, and then leaves the room. The human puppy sits up. At his best, Eric could bring a herd ofstampeding cattle under control with a few sharp words. And he seemedto be hitting his stride now. "Insulting each other isn't going tochange what's happening." So what will?" Brandon asked. "We've got to do something."Eric looked at me. Damn, why did he always do that? Eric could controlpeople easily, but he just wasn't an original thinker. With credentialslike that, he'd probably be President of the United States some day. Sookay, I was the guy who.