I didn't want to spend too much time extrapolating on thingsthat the characters in the story would take for granted)Chapter 1I stared out the window a... the green English countryside swept past.Raindrops glittered on the window, the pale sunlight sparkling. It was amagical day. I took a deep breath and leaned back in my seat. I haddreamed of this day for the last eight years. I was on my way toWentworth Academy for my Sixth Form, finally taking the step towardsbecoming who I always felt I should. Asma – “Good job Rahul. Get this lund ready for your wife chut which is dying to get fucked.”Shruti and I kept sucking him for some time.Asma- “Shruti time to get fucked. Just lie down. Now your both fuckers will eat you up.”Asma-“Rahul and Khalid eat chut together. Fuck her with your tongue so deep so that she could take both of your lund together. “Shruti- “Ohhh fuck!”I and Khalid were doing a great job on my wife chut where Khalid was in 69 position with Shruti. Khalid was licking Shruti’s. Once outside the ladies bundled him unto the car boot slamming the lid down muffling his pathetic sissy sobbing. He lay sobbing in the car boot every movement of the car increasing the agony in his sore arse. He could here the laughing women discussing how the other ladies were waiting his arrival to inflict their revengeEventually the long car journey ended and the car boot opened and he saw the women looking down at him."Out Sissy!" said Joan, eager hands dragged him out of the boot and he. Match almost settled with just one point short of a technical K.O. in favor of Lara. Her ticket to the world cup seemed secure.*The shower worked wonders on Lennard's mood, allowing him to relax a bit. Yet, his mind was still fully consumed by the events and questions about what to do with his student. She could have won so easily. The third round had gone so well: started off with a clinch, both immediately let go and Lara landed a perfect jab on her opponent's forehead.Technical K.O.; match.