I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. He continued on, wondering if Anne had been fucked in the arse before, how good a cock sucker was she,...had she ever been with a woman. He shot his cum down my throat.I remained on my knees, my head in my hands, crying. I couldn't let this happen to Anne, my life was destroyed but I had to save her. When I looked around my husband was gone to bed. I could phone her now but if my husband heard me I'd be ruined. He would release the videos as he had. There was a realisation that Monday cast a gloomy shadow on the long week ahead. A week that had already begun in fruitless frustration. The mission on Monday had been to discover how I came to have a scrap of paper in my pocket with a carefully written telephone number on it. The question nagging at my brain was: could the number belong to a colleague? There had been a group of us out the night it materialised. There were three likely suspects and my friend Bob was one. I didn't associate the. Wurden irgendjemandem Streiche gespielt, war Lizzy vorne mit dabei. Sie sprühte vor so viel Lebendigkeit, dass einem angst und bange werden konnte. Und den meisten Jungs, von denen sie was wollte, ging das genauso. Ich kann mich nicht erinnern, dass Lizbeth bis zum Abi irgendeinen Freund gehabt hätte. Die Jungs machten, was flirten angeht, immer einen großen Bogen um sie und konzentrierten sich lieber auf die Mädchen, die etwas einfacher zu handhaben waren.Annika war ein richtiges Mannweib.. Before I forget...” I felt somethings metal and round forced into my mouth, spreading my teeth and lips “...we need you to have this on. Can’t have someone noticing you’re under my desk”. The ring was uncomfortable, but what seemed worse was how my spit ran down my chin and chest, like the cum that first day. Mr. Thompson grabbed me by pinching my nipples and led me onto my knees under his desk. I heard him unzip and felt his cock slapping me on the face. I guided it into my mouth and began to.