"My name is Marcus Harper," he introduced himself. "That's nice to know," she commented rudely.A look of confusion cast over his handsome face, "Why a...e you being rude to me?" he asked. Isabella looked at him, "Why shouldn't I be rude to you? I don't even know you," she replied."Precisely my point. You kept looking over at him as if you knew me," he said."As if," Isabella argued."You think I am lying?" Marcus argued back."I haven't got time for this, I'm leaving," she grabbed up her towel and. “You naughty girl. You like having your Headmaster’s finger up your juicy cunt don’t you?” She swayed her bottom again. Mr Anderson lost it. Lindsay heard the sound of a zipper, the rustle of fabric and suddenly feared what she did not mean to encourage. “Fine then, whore, you can have your Principal's cock!” Anderson took hold of his swaying member and rubbed the head of his rock hard penis against the young girl's opening. She bucked against the desk, trying to get away from him, or offer him. I washed his spunk from my face and had a quick peek in the mirror at the glowing hand-prints on my bottom. I pulled on a robe and wrapped it tightly over my chest and tied the cord firmly below my bust, the desired message being that show-time was now over. Back in the bedroom Stephen was now gathering his clothes from where they had been discarded. His cock had a long drip of spunk hanging from it and I was tempted to clean it off with my tongue, but decided to be discreet for once and see. Sure, there were a few nay sayers; they said things like, “She was just another piece of ass,” and a couple reminded me that Susan wasn’t exactly a virgin, that she’d slept around some, slept even with a couple of my ‘brothers’. I understood that, I knew she wasn’t a virgin. I knew a couple guys who’d had her before me. Hell, the first time I met her was at a party, she was a little high, and I took advantage of her.Actually she’d been a lot high at our first meeting, I’d been high too, but I.