Bumstead blurted out which caused a round of ‘Ohhs’ and giggles from the girls in the class.“Mrs. Bumstead, can I ask you something, please?” ... girl who I thought might be Canella Hulshof asked.I heard our teacher’s feet shuffle away from the cots towards the front of the room. A few moments later, Mrs. Bumstead asked, “Are you ready for your final stimulus, Mike?”My bobbing steel hard, and leaking cock kinda gave away my answer but I softly said, “Let me have it, Mrs. B.”I tried to remember. I nodded, so we made our way to the roof door. It was obviously normally locked, but the padlock sat on the floor, broken. Nat hid out of sight as I barged my way through the door, using enough force to make it look like I hadn't stopped to plan and also, not so much that the door was useless as cover.Standing in the middle of the roof was Mark. He smiled at me with a cold evil smile, "Emily my dear, so nice of you to come."I glanced around. I saw my poor Caitlyn still standing perilously close. Even if it were possible with his throat packed with sticky cock, James wouldn’t have complained.A freshly scrubbed Bayonetta and a still filthy James sat at the table in the small kitchen of her safe-house. She had changed into a fresh black bodysuit while he languished in cum drenched latex. James was enjoying some freshly cooked bacon and toast as Bayonetta ate a banana and enjoyed a glass of hot tea. It wasn’t often he got a hot, non-liquid breakfast or saw Mistress eat this early in the. He admired the art and the furnishings. He loved the tile work. He noticed the pool table and the hot tub just outside the back door. As he walked out the back door, he admired the view. The villa had its own stretch of secluded beach. He smelled the sea air and listened to the gulls overhead. As he looked out over the water, he saw Casey neck-deep in the surf. As she spotted him, she started walking toward him with that same electric smile that attracted him the day before. He realized.