The cow had left half an hour earlier with some bloke that she had met in the club, hence my frustrations. Forcing my eyes to focus I crossed a road a...d continued on my way, which wasn't easy for apart from being pissed I was sporting one mother of an erection. Unlike most males I didn't suffer from brewer's droop, booze only made me more randy and the more I drank the harder my cock got and I had downed one hell of a skinful that night."Fuck it!" I swore at an innocent lamppost.Forty minutes. “They fucked you until they came. And Aunty Jasima too. I thought that would be all. I’d fucked you and sucked their cum off you, then they had fucked you. But they wanted me to do more. The main guy told me to go down on you both to clean you. He offered me more money, so I did it. I hope you don’t mind.”“No of course not sweety,” said Aunt Jasima.“I started licking, then they told me to put my fingers in you both. One finger, then two, and then more until my whole hand was in you.” He paused. Although I cannot see them, I know others have gathered to observe, seated, and perhaps happy to witness my downfall. Inwardly I shudder. I won’t be going alone, for another will be joining me. We had been a team, laughing, playing, planning . . . Yes, the planning, which brought us to this moment. Could we not have seen how our lives would change, leading us here? Could we not have stopped events before they . . . No, it was inevitable. We made our choice, the decision was made, now there is. "But--but--" Vito stammered. "The other boys, especially Trent-- I can't go into the locker room!" He couldn't look her in the eye, instead he stared at her chest. "So you admit purposely forgetting your gym clothes," said Ms. Jones, trying to sound stern. "We'll talk about bullying in a moment, but first--" She took a breath. "Your punishment." Vito opened his mouth, but seeing the look in Ms. Jones' eyes and the way she smacked the strap into her other hand, he bent over the desk, pulling up.