As I saw the hostess waking some people and serving food, I told Raiza we can have fun after we eat a good meal, and she gave a nice wicked smile.Raiz...: I feel so high and adventurous. (She winked at me).Dax: What do you mean adventurous? (slightly getting turned on and smiling in anticipation).Raiza: You will find out in some time. (She whispered as she touched my dick through my jeans).The hostess brought the food we had pre-booked, and we started eating it. I was so excited to figure out. She was your prototype early eighties punk chick. Garish makeup with black lipstick and over-the-top eye shadow. Bizarrely slutty attire. Multiple piercings in her ears, a nose stud, a small ring between her nostrils, and (I found out a little later) a tongue stud as well. Her hair was short, spiky, and a combination of black, brown, and purple, although she frequently played mix and match with the colors. She had an extremely fair complexion and piercing blue eyes. Although she wasn't. She came back, red-faced and laughing at the same time.“Joanne was sleeping in the front. She asked if we could be a little quieter as she didn’t need to know that my ‘fucking cunt is the fucking cream’” Had I said that? No, apparently Sarah had shouted that, or something like that, at me while I was licking her. My shouts had been less intelligent, more sensual. Joanne had opted not to go to town as she was tired. She hadn’t realised that previous nights I and my partner had been deliberately. A couple of them were pretty rough on some of the girls too. They never got caught, but they provided me with enough blackmail material that I could get girls to do anything I wanted. And a few boys too. And of course the teachers. Teachers were as bad as the kids. They’d tell on each other in a heartbeat.“I go to that high school and I didn’t know any of that sort of stuff went on!” I exclaimed. “Man, talk about insulated.”“Is Miss Starr still there? She knows pretty much everything about.