I did have the disk with Wanker Girl with me. Of course, I always have that disk. I nodded and duped it highspeed. "Half stills, half vids. You try an... copy this, you'll get static." I don't plan to share. Thanks!" He took his prize and left.I put the first of my new aquisitions in my DVD player and only a few minutes later I had my pecker in hand and was quickly ready to fire off my first shot of the afternoon.Which is the moment my phone rang. I swore, paused the vid and answered the damn. Mr. Barton had succumbed to the lure of the almighty dollar. He had struck a deal with the five platinum donors that were attending the assembly. For each student being punished, Mr. Barton would send a message with their proposed sentence to each donor’ app. They could then influence the sentence by offering money to the school – highest bidder could determine the sentence and, if he or she wanted to, execute it as well. So Mr. Barton, in his familiar booth, was not going to mention his maxim. And came to the hall. And I was shocked to see her husband there. He came smiling and said this is your day, enjoy.I was in shock. He made both of us stand and took a picture on her phone. And he left from there saying I might be a disturbance, so you people carry on. And he said Happy married life while leaving. She closed the door once he stepped out. She turned and walked to the kitchen and brought milk glass.She drank it half and handed over to me. I drank and her lips were filled with milk. Shannon, loving the idea of her body being further idolized in the pages of the high class men's magazine, interviewed and took some test shots. It wasn't but a couple of weeks later that she found out they were bypassing her for the college spread and instead wanted to use her as the main centerfold of the issue. A few weeks later, Shannon had dropped out of college and moved to LA to live the life of a Playmate party girl in the Playboy Mansion. Month's later, during a Mansion party to honor.