"Shit," she said, placing a hand over her eyes. "Is there anything I can do?"Dr. Perryman sighed. "I don't usually give extra credit to students who a...e habitually late to class." Thanks. I guess there's no point in me coming to class anymore then," Kaitlin sighed, wishing she'd known this before she read her textbooks for the third time. Dr. Perryman leaned back in his chair. "Perhaps we can work something out," he said. Kaitlin perked up. "I'll do anything." What's your definition of. I was in luck that day as the store was looking to fill a couple of positions left vacant only the week before. As I finished filling out the form I was told the personal director wanted to interview me.Tracy Owens, said the name plate on her desk, looked to be in her late twenties. She was nice looking with long black hair cascading to her slender shoulders. Because she was sitting behind her desk I couldn't see more than her upper body. She was wearing a very nicely cut jacket with a white. I touched myself. I pushed my hand into my shorts, under the elastic of my panties and into the unexpected wetness of my cunt. I touched myself to the rhythm of Beth's brutal fucking of Mike's rectum.When Beth grabbed Mike by his hair and pulled him upright I tilted my own head back — though I could still see them. He cried out as he rose up off the table and for the first time I looked at his cock. It was hard and glistening. A thread of clear fluid stretched from the tip of his cock to the. I had to twist her arm a bit to find out about you."I felt a gentle probe, a tentative poke then steady pressure."Ready?" Yeah. Stick it in me, girl." I couldn't help laughing.Feeling like a skinny turd going in the wrong direction, her finger slid deep into my anus."Ooh," I chirped."Feel good?" she laughed."You know it does." I gave her an appreciative moan."Roll over." Woof woof," I said, grinning like an oaf as I rolled to my side. Her finger slid out of my ass so I rolled again and lifted a.