Watching from my perch on the window ledge, I observed him choosing various shirts, hoodies, jeans and tracksuit bottoms and throwing them haphazardly...into the suitcase. Sighing, I got up from my seat, walked to the mess he had created and began to fold and rearrange them neatly. ‘Woah, woah, woah!’ I exclaimed, as he attempted to pack a red lace dress and black heels. ‘It’s for the party on the last night, Ronnie. You can’t wear jeans,’ he said, side-stepping me and adding them to the growing. It gave me a great excuse to see her because we hadn’t had time to have sex for a couple of weeks. When I walked into her classroom, the students were seated on the rug, listening to April read them a story. The instant they saw me, they all screamed, jumped up, and ran to hug me.“Ho Ho Ho!” I bellowed. “Merry Christmas!”The students were beyond excited, and I needed to calm them down.In my deepest, Santa Claus voice, I ordered them, “All right everyone, if you want to be on the Nice List, you. He was cumming so much and he wouldn’t even let me come up for air. I heard him say that I better swallow every last drop, or else. I had no other option but to swallow the cum. He had my head so far shoved down his cock that I really had no other option. As his orgasm ended, he released my head and now I could at least catch my breath. I had a little bit of his cum on my chin, so he took his finger and wiped it up. He then put his finger in my mouth and said, “Every drop, from now on!” I asked. When he arrived at the side of the barn gasping for breath, Katie was being thrown into the back of the idling vehicle with her arms tied and mouth gagged. Between the time Clark discovered the tracks leading to the brickhouse and the time he realized the vehicle was no longer there, the driver had returned to the farmhouse with intentions that made Clark´s blood boil with rage. He pointed the shotgun, but realized he was too far away to stop the driver who quickly closed the hatch, slid behind.