She said did I like, well who wouldn't I said, it was much bigger than that other girl, she said what did I do with the girl, I said I only touched wh...ch I did, she said girls like a finger to go up it,my young cock was raging.She said push it in and out, so I did as she asked, she put her head on my shoulder and made some noises, her legs were now wide apart as she stood there.She then her hand on my cock, it was frightening at first not knowing what was happening, all I had ever had before. Mr. Smyth stared at this brazen trollop as she began to unbutton her blouse. She removed it, balled it up and tossed it across the classroom. Sharon worked her way around the front of the poor teacher's desk, clad only in a lacy white bra and tiny little panties, which were visibly wet. Reaching behind her back Sharon undid her bra. She leaned over his desk and allowed it to slide off, revealing her perfect tits and her rock hard nipples. She couldn't believe how turned on she was. She removed. Sometimes it felt as if her mother's noninterference hurt more than her father's beatings. She grew up in constant fear that she would be assaulted at anytime, and in emotional turmoil that maybe somehow she deserved it. Why else would she be beat like that, if it wasn't for doing something wrong? Her father beat her and her mom let him because they loved her; that had to be it. It scared her that sometimes she didn't even know what it was she had done wrong to deserve a beating, she had. It was good that someone told him to go to hell. I know several people got footage of that, I wouldn't be surprised to see it get on air sometime." Good deal, he deserves it," Jon told him. "I don't know why people like him think they can get away with things like that, but I guess they do." He does all too much," the guy snorted. "We just have to put up with him." Uh, sir," a feminine voice said. Jon looked up and saw a young reporter, probably no older than he was. She was very pretty, with a.