I rammed my cock harder and harder in his arse. Interrupting the fast rhythm by a few slow strokes, and then quickly and roughly slamming my cock deep...inside him again. Anthony went mad. I moaned "I'm going to cum, where do you want it?", I asked. Anthony completely lost it now. "Fill my ass with your hot cum, Sir ... Fill me up completely! ... I want you to shoot it in me deep." I laughed hard and asked if the master had done that too. "Yes! ... and I want more!". I made him cum with a few. She had actually forgotten he was there. “We’re being rude Jeff,” Lena whispered. “Ah, he likes to watch,” he rasped. “Still seems rude.” “Then suck his dick or something. I don’t care, just let me fuck you, babe.” “Come here, Ron,” Lena said but he was already moving toward them, dropping his shorts on the floor on his way. He moved so close his cock rubbed against her cheek, but she just reached up and started stroking. “Come on, babe,” Jeff whispered. “Suck that big dick. I know you want. Or at least, I had an ice cream."Mandy frowned as she recalled the afternoon with her new friends. "They're abit strange. Genevieve's a bit bossy." She's a bitch, if you ask me," Sam offered. "But if you're such friends Iprobably shouldn't say that to you," Sam added rather coldly."You can say anything you like to me. I don't mind." Mandy was feelingbetter already, talking to Sam and hearing his voice."So you're okay then?" asked Sam again. "There's nothing wrong?" No, I'm fine. Except--" Yes?. Like Forest Gump and money, it was one less thing to worry about.After my last final, we met in Dr. Gupta's office for tea. He had family in Sumatra, India. They would send him a quarter pound of local product every month, which is a lot of tea. One of our rituals was to use some of it. I still have the tea habit, when working on an article, a bill or an amendment. Speeches take coffee. That's just the way it is. Winter break took tea, coffee and No Doz, because Dr. Gupta wanted me to reduce.