During algebra class he would stare at me. At first I didn’t notice because I was too busy fantasizing about the teacher. When I finally did notic... it freaked me out. He stared at me the way a girl with a crush would. I made the mistake of making eye contact with him. He smiled at me but I got nervous and turned my attention back to the teacher. I wondered if anyone saw him looking at me. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was a fag. Stephen spent the rest of the semester staring at me in. I didn't see any sign of Trevino, who I was still worried about.Around midway through first period, I realized that I had to pee. This was a problem, because I didn't think I could ask for an escort. Instead, I managed to hold it until class let out. Fortunately, I saw Anthony coming out of the class across the hall."Can you walk me to the bathroom?" Sure,"We walked too fast for anyone to be able to make a request, and Anthony stood outside the stall while I peed. Sure enough, Trevino had. 'Don't spit it, swallow it, ' Shamit sir decreed and dutifully we swallowed it.For the whole week they kept us in their chambers, naked. They fucked us when they wanted and as they wanted. Everything that we needed was brought to us. They returned to the city only when the master scolded them.'Don't be sad our lovelies, we will return, ' they said, when they were leaving, 'Just keep your choots hot.'They returned on every weekend and the above was repeated.'This is our story, ' Basanti said. “I don't know what happened.”I reached the base of the stairs, the water spilling over into the carpet of the floor. I groaned as Clint darted into the kitchen. I reached the bottom, my pussy so horny. From above, a baby started crying. My nipples grew wet, my milk flowing, stimulated by the sound.“It just burst,” said Juana, the younger of the two Hispanic sisters who lived with us, her naked body dripping with water. More gushed out from beneath the sink. “I don't know how it happened.”“Old.