I moan around your meat pocking at the back of my mouth. You slip a finger in my asshole and pull pushing your dick into my throat. My groan vibrates ...our cock and you shake a little but keep thrusting in and out of my throat now. My sore ass is starting to heat up and the pain is fading the more you wiggle and fuck your finger. Then there were two fingers.I start pounding against your stiff meat pulling it as deep as I can from this position. You spread your legs and hook them over my arms. " I kissed her and headed to my next torturous class.Of course, it was just my luck that the two girls I'd met at the bulletin board were also in my biology class at three-thirty. They were standing in the hall outside the classroom when I approached. Shit! When did girls start wearing just tights to school? I mean, they were just stretchy and their buns sort of wiggled in a way that would even challenge Courtney—who, in my opinion, had the sexiest buns on the planet. And when they turned, you. Bert’s lips covered Carla’s and her lips and tongue moved urgently against his. His hands slid over her body, his touch once more startlingly tender. Again, Carla felt her body begin to come alive. This time was different somehow. There was less urgency, less intensity. There was, however, caring and warmth. ‘I sure am going to miss this,’ Bert said, his hand cupped Carla’s breast, teasing a nipple. ‘But I’m not sure we’d be productive citizens if we kept up this pace for the rest of our. “Merde,” he said after and she nodded. “This Joanne’s room?” She nodded again.“Quiet until I say otherwise. Understood?”“Yes Master.”“Call me Joseph.”“Yes Joseph.”“Open the door.”She did, and he pulled her to kneeling on the floor and closed it. “I give an order, and you say, ‘Yes Joseph,’”“Yes Joseph.”“Get my cock out and suck it.”“Yes Joseph,” she smiled up at him and did what he ordered.“Joe?” Joanne murmured.“I brought us a gift,” he grinned.“I thought...”“I know. But things came up.”“I can.