He gestured, “Help yourself, Sergeant. I hope they prove useful to you.”Terence grabbed up the set of books, and flicked open the cover of the top...one. His eyes were glued to the writing, and he could be heard speaking softly to himself. “Good, he’s here ... that one’s in prison ... that one’s dead ... oh, I didn’t know about him...” He suddenly came to be aware that Reg was peering at him with a concerned look.“What do you think, Sergeant?” he asked, all innocence.“No, it is a fine collection. You can fuck me anyway and anywhere you want.” She pecked me again and slid her hand over my crotch. “I can’t wait to suck your cock baby, and then feel you fuck my brains out.” She led me by the hand back to class, I could wait to get out of our chef whites. The class took longer than usual, or so it seemed. We all started to do our washing up, cleaning the utensils and cleaning the counters. One by one my “classmates” filed out of the room and our teachers left too. There was never any. You're busting my butt...' Brad just grunted and continued to grind his penis into my aching bung hole. Brad rode me for an hour and a half before he finally shot his load of man spunk into my butt. Brad was laying on my back breathing deeply as the door bell rung, Brad pulled his semi rigid penis from my bung and slapped my buttocks saying 'don't move, they want that pussy sloppy band ready to be fucked. Four guys between thirty and fifty came into the bedroom and quickly undressed, Brad. I played with my sensitive breasts and cooed at her as I felt her tongue began to lap at my wetness. She plunged her tongue deep into me and I arched my back and pressed myself harder on her as she orally pleased me. She licked me with fervor and I cried out as my aching pussy began to squirt and shiver. I shook violently as I orgasmed right onto her face, soaking it and the pillows. I braced myself against the headboard and got off of her. I gave her the strap-on and she put it on and turned.