I continued talking with Brad next to me as I kept an eye on Mrs. Graph out of the corner of my eye. It was only a half day of school today as we were...practicing for graduation. I continued to watch the look of terror in Mrs. Graph's eyes as she nervously led us through our procession march. Mrs. Graph was a very beautiful woman. She was 34 years old and about 5'6" tall and her weight was perfect, around 120 pounds. Her hair was a dark shade of blonde that was curled and hung down to her. He is sitting behind his huge desk, multiple TV screens on the back wall showing him everything that is going on. The office is as masculine as he is. A drinks cabinet, leather chairs and sofa, and an imposing desk. He is leaning forwards and after a while looks up as I enter. A slight incline of his head indicates he wants me to sit in the chair on the opposite side of the desk to him.Sitting down, I cross my legs, knowing my short dress will give him a glimpse of my thigh. I smile at him and. She was 17, and had only been with someone much smaller than him. Coincidentally, his name was also Ryan, but he was white. The white Ryan had been her first, and he was considerably smaller than the black Ryan, but they were both so very good in bed, in very different ways. The first time she tried to take the black Ryan inside her, he simply couldn't fit. They tried multiple times, in multiple ways, but no matter what, he simply couldn't fit. Years later, she approached him again, and. I raised my head slightly and saw his now fully erect cock staring me directly in my face. I was literally in heat. I opened my mouth to say feed me that thing, but before I could say anything, he leaned forward pushing his cock in my mouth. He began a fucking motion in sync with his hands on my shoulders and neck. His cock was bouncing off the back of my throat. With the greatest of effort, I relaxed my throat muscles and let his cock slide into my throat.“Damn, you're taking my cock down your.