He wrote a very convincing essay to insure that he would be in at least the top nine and get to apply his paddle to missy’s ass.”He shook his head...as he– and the audience– watched Jarred being loaded into an armored vehicle of some sort. He then continued, “But pride often leads to stupidity. The name he chose, Alexander Berkman, was a rather famous anarchist in the early 1900s.”He turned to watch as the security babes began to release missy from her restraints. “He forgot that big brother is. She had just come on, and had told John to run her home pronto. Jane didn’t mind having her period anymore, it relieved her that she wasn’t pregnant. As a side benefit, she now didn’t lose out on the sex side either. When her cunt was out of action she simply took John’s cock in her mouth, or even better, up her arse. Jane was upset to find her mum sitting on her bed in her underwear in such an uncharacteristically depressed mood. Under Jane’s intensive questioning, Sue told her why she was. My hire car is parked there." Jack replied as Hannah pressed the button for the basement. "What did you hire? I like cars" Hannah asked."A Mustang! You?" "Mercedes S 350 sedan" "A big back seat" "Nice space in the front seat of a Mustang Sir. I have never done it in a sports car." They never got inside the Mustang. Hannah had strutted in front of him pulling the skirt up. Jack could see the dried sperm and pussy juices on the inside of her thighs. His cock had gone from flaccid to rock hard. She was haunted, but there was a faint hope and a unmistakable yearning in her eyes. Her fingers seemed to twitch as if they longed to reach out and touch him, but she kept her distance. ‘Nadine said you wanted to see me.’ ‘Yea….’ Again he felt that tightening in the front of his jeans and watched as her eyes drifted down and she bit her button lip with need. Seeing that very clearly sexual posture a lump formed in not only his jeans, but in his throat. Michael’s tongue felt thick in his mouth.