Her mouth opened in a silent moan and she squeezed her eyes shut, as he began to fuck her faster.She gasped, biting her lip to stop herself from makin... any sound.“Scream for me.” He grunted.She opened her eyes and looked up at him.“Tell me what you want.” His voice was deep and sexy.When she didn’t respond, he stopped moving.“Tell me what you want me to do.” This time it was an order.She wriggled in vain, trying to make him move. It was no use.Her eyes pleaded with him, she was on the brink of. ” Lindsay nodded enthusiastically. He’ll probably assign me hours of picking up rubbish, cleaning the locker rooms or filing for one of the receptionists. Lindsay didn't mind, as long as she didn't have to sit in a classroom with delinquents every lunch time. “Yes! I agree. I agree to any terms you may have.” “Is that your word, Lindsay?” Mr Anderson was getting very excited, his cock was straining now, pushing painfully against his zipper. “Yes,” she said and that was all Mr Anderson needed.. .yes. I—uh...I need a job,” she laughed nervously, trying to sound relaxed, “But not...a...um...dancer. You know? Do you guys need...like a secretary or something? Computer work? That’s what I’m really good at.”The man laughed and reached for the doorknob for the door he was guarding, “I think you’ll find what you’re looking for right though here...”He opened the door. Jessica almost knocked back by the suddenly blast of sound coming from the club. She couldn’t hear the music before, but when. He'd been correct. The sight of them creating the double-backed beast would be hilarious. And the stern-looking brunette he watched dancing last night reminded him of Mrs. Jensen, his sexual mentor. His fantasies about the brunette creamed my panties a couple of times."Katy," he said, breaking the silence, "you told me you know about my dark side, but you still fell in love with me, which you said should tell me something. What? What should it tell me?" That as dark sides go, yours isn't very.