And once again, just by looking at her, i know what she wants of me.I get off the bed, down on my knees in front of her and gently part her legs. She ...oves forward slightly so that her dripping pussy is right above my face. And so i get to work. My tongue in and out of her hole, my fingers rubbing her clit, roopa encouraging me. “oh yes, bahanchod…stick that tongue deep inside of me…god that feels good…” and as i am tonguing her, my hand is still wrapped around my cock, stroking. After a few. "You did attack her," said Mr Hamilton. "You were hitting her right now. I expected better of you, Jane Diamond." She sucked my boyfriend’s cock!" What?" I said. "That is disgusting. Help me, Mr Hamilton. She is always bullying me. Help me, please." Alright, both of you report to the principal now."I struggled to my feet. "Perfect," I thought. "The Principal will be thinking about getting it up my arse and not believe a word Jane says."We were marched off to the principal's office and were. I'm no dummy. I wasn't the stereotypical football jock that can't string two coherent sentences together. There are football players with brains. Especially quarterbacks, which is what I was.Which meant, as much as I liked sex, an intelligent conversation before-or even after-was a good thing. And I wasn't getting much of that. Despite my grades and intelligence, what I was known for was for being The Quarterback. And, because of that, what I got in the way of female talent were the brainless. Can i hold it for one more day for him he asks. Of course i can, but why should i? Maybe... I type, he gets my attention. What are you wearing? He asks me briefly and interrupts my thoughts. I turn on my cam for him and he sees me for the first time. After some time he writes, Good girl, you should wear that tomorrow during the day time before we chat. I get a bit shocked, i can't just wear these, how the hell could i go to work wearing these. I tell him that yes i could, but i work in a office.