" Jesus fucking christ," I whisper, throwing my head back again, thrusting my hips off the bed, trying to fuck the hand wrapped around me. You resist,...tightening your grip, sliding your fingers down to the base again, pumping up and down in small, deliberate strokes. The head of my cock feels like it's going to pop, a drop of precum falls from the tip, landing just below my stomach. You take your hand off my cock, and in one motion you wipe up the drop with your finger and bring it to my lips,. "What's the matter Chris? Did you findsomething?" I picked up the syringe and showed it to her. She raised aneyebrow at me. "Did he inject you with it?"Now I'm not sure why I did it; I'm normally quite honest with my wife. Butfor some reason, I didn't want her to know that the guy had injected mewith something."Nah, they must have tackled him before he got close to us." I laughednervously. "A good thing too, who knows what was in that thing."Smiling, Karen patted me on the shoulder and said,. ”Debbie hung her head, “Well, I’m really sorry about that Mrs. Davenport, but well, Mrs. Richards made me sit next to Amanda in history this afternoon and she wouldn’t stop messing about. We’ve only got two weeks until the exam and I really didn’t want to be distracted.” Pursing her lips, the Headmistress leaned back in her chair, “So flicking ink from your fountain pen and ruining the clothing of another pupil was a justifiable solution?” Debbie paused to collect her thoughts before. " Come on Elaine... did you or didn't you?" her mother asked anxiously."That's very personal mother," Elaine teased."Alright, don't tell me," she pouted."The answer is no." Really?" Sandra said in surprise. "You have that glow of a woman who has been well satisfied. I should know... I saw it in the mirror this morning," she laughed."I am satisfied. But we didn't go all the way."Sandra shook her head. "I have to admire your fortitude." Well, it wasn't easy. But the truth is that I didn't want.