.none the less, I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, already gooey with pre-cum, I wrapped my lips as tight as I could while taking it all the...way in, as I sucked his hips began thrusting to my face, I wouldn't let his cock breath as he fucked my face, as this was going on I feel my pants being unbuckled and pulled down as Tara begins to suck me off from behind, stoping only to run her tongue up my ass, didn't take her long before she was just jerking me off, while eating my ass, it. I kissed her lips and she responded by slipping her tongue into my mouth. If not for the waiting breakfast and my aching body, I would of had her right then. I drew back to see her open her emerald eyes and smiling up at me. She stretched some then hopped out of bed. "How aren't you stiff?" I asked, astonished. "Years of being used to it." She winced as her legs closed then spread them apart again, "You sure did a number on my pussy though. Want to kiss it and make it better?" She asked. This left a power vacuum which was filled by, you guessed it, Sam Chadwick. Sam was one of those boys who seems to sail through life. A truly privileged c***d, he was ferried to school in his father’s Aston Martin, and had the latest and best of everything. He was the captain of the football team and was the de facto leader of the school. He had an easy charm and he was even at that age very good looking and I spent many a class dreaming about him. He, on the other hand, decided for some reason. Not right now" Alright miss Jones; I want you to slowly recount your story for me, once more please. From the start this time.2 He sat himself down in the chair opposite to me. Removing his standard issued military visor hat to reveal a clean-shaven head that gave the already intimidating man a look of authority. He clearly wasn't used to being contradicted. But I had to, it simply wasn't in my mind to refuse a request. Not anymore, not after what was done to me."All of it?" I hated how squeaky.