"Don't make me your slut," she whimpered."You don't want to be my slut?" I enquired, my finger stopping deep inside her wet box.Her breathing was gett...ng heavier and she pleaded, "Curtis, I can't. I have resisted for so long."Suddenly confused, I asked, very curious, "Resisted what for so long?" Being a slut," she moaned, as she moved her ass back and forth trying to fuck herself with my finger."But you fuck Miranda," I pointed out."Yes, but I am in charge in our relationship. She is my slut,". The week I have to be on display is the week everyone sees what a dumb body I have.Then it was time to play, and I had other things to worry about.First off we did the Pachelbel Canon, which I'm sure you've heard of. We play that every year, as many times as we can. I wonder if there's some Guinness World Record for number of times an orchestra manages to play it, because all my friends who play in other orchestras say that they play it a lot too. Too often, as far as I'm concerned. Yeah, it's. ?The words were accentuated by a hand hitting her left cheek.?A dirty fuckslut.?Another blow hit her other cheek. He kept smiling all the time, while he slapped her face again and again calling her the most filthy names imaginable. Her eyes blinded by tears she still tried to look into his eyes. Finally he relented.?Get up an move, whore.?Slowly she got up. Her breath was ragged and her body hurt. But she knew her pussy was dripping wet. She made her way to where her clothes were strewn all. "Only because you saved me," Letty reminded him."I can't save Jana right now," Jason said. "She betrayed me." Not voluntarily," Letty said. "It sounds like she just wasn't strong enough to fight back from the start." And now we fight for her," I said quietly.Actually our plan was never going to be one where we fought. Letty had a class just before the morning break near Miss Kirke's classroom. She was going to go directly there at the start of the break and make sure that the seniors had no.