Waking upHe found himself surrounded with darkness, so dark, not even a hand before his face could be seen, not that he could lift his hand, or any ot...er part of his body for that matter, though he tried, but discovered his wrists in solid handcuffs behind his back, feeling the hard unyielding metal and the sound of the very short chain between the links.The cuffs in turn, were fastened to a ring bolted securely to the floor, making him lay on his side the only possibilty of posture.His ankles. ” You frown slightly. She tries for an unconcerned shrug but her shoulders are too tense. Her eyes drop to her coffee. She stirs it again. “So not art.” You almost don’t hear her next words, disguised as it is by the huff of air she aims at the flyaway strands of hair haloed around her face. “Not a real job either. Apparently.” Understanding dawns. So someone had given her a hard time about her dream. Career?“So words are your medium. Artist. Like I said,” you say matter-of-factly, your voice. "No way." said Melissa. "This is where I draw the line." While the thought was sickening to begin with, the fact that it was Jane's piss made it even worse. "Wrong answer." said Jane. She huddled with the others, then they came over to her and two of the guys grabbed her, each taking an arm.THEY STARTED TAKING HER TOWARDS THE SCHOOL! Melissa protested. "No. Stop. Please. Don't take me to school. Please. Please. I'll drink the piss. Please stop!" "Shut up, whore," said Jane. . .” she grins. “ ... cum in my mouth.” Lissa’s cock throbs in her hand when she says that. Feeling it growing impossibly harder, Tara smiles at the woman and then strokes it up and slowly Her gaze drops again to the magnificent member in her hand, at which point her face gets a more serious look to it.Tara moves her face closer, and Lissa feels her breath on her groin. She spits on the tip of the fleshy tool and rubs it in with her hand, reaching her other hand up to cup the teacher’s balls. It.