I never will,” I promised him. I ran a hand along his length. He was hard and hot again, burning for me the same way I burned for him. I began to s...roke his cock, determined to jerk him off until he couldn’t handle it anymore. I could tell from his involuntary jerky humping into my palm that I was driving him mad with lust. Good.“Fuck me again, you know you want to. Fill my tight, warm pussy with your cum.”Frustrated, he pushed me hard enough to make me stumble, and something that was both. ‘What is it Peter? I am in a bit of a hurry.’ ‘I know about you and boy named Bobby.’ Barbara turned white as she looked at Peter for the first time. She never paid much attention to him before but now she noticed that he was a powerfully built man probably in his early thirties. Peter was a Russian immigrant that worked at the school for almost three years now. ‘I’m sorry did I hear you say Bobby? What is it that you know,’ Barbara asked with her voice cracking noticeably. ‘I see him fuck. "Let's getright to the point," Sarafine said sternly. "My daughter has been rapedby Roses brother Richard. It all happened last night. She was beaten andI dont know if she will recover. I intend to punish Richard Personally.Does anyone have any objections." She glared at Rose daring her toprotest or protect her brother."Richard," Rose said. "I never known him to attack girls like that. Hesa little sexist and demeaning to women. Are you sure, Sarafine." Yes," Sarafine said with an air of. Immediately, the Joey was struck by how beautiful the music was. Itspoke of sadness and regret and yet of a contemplative air. Thepulsating accompaniment, the simple leaning melodic line, all waswonderful. He watched Chloe as she put in a lot of effort into playingthe piece. I'm not much of a music person myself, he thought, but manthat is certainly impactful. Looking outside of the window, he noticedthe autumn gold leaves dancing in the wind, how the music complementedthat so well especially.