“And you’re just going into high school?”“Yes and no. I could blow through all the material in all four years of high school in under a month....Part of the study is to try something different with me. Instead of skipping me through the grades, they’re keeping me there and supplementing me with college courses so that I don’t get bored and start lighting fires or something equally disturbing. Dr. Spencer is staying on as a consultant to the program to monitor my mental health and emotional. It'shard to breathe and I don't trust the size of my throat. As if he knewmy concerns, he places his hands on the back of my head and pushesslightly down. He's so concerned for my well-being. Other guys wouldjust force it down, but he's letting me get used to it first. The headis putting a lot of pressure on the back of my throat, but it's not goingto go in. I panic. This is a disaster if it doesn't go in, so I relaxsome more hoping that my body will help Beau's cock be happy. . I`d be a fucking billionaire by now :).No matter how much fuck I get, there is never fucking enough fuck for me, so I`m fucking paying prostitutes for fuck. Sometimes I fucking think I`ve became some kind of a fuck maniac. I am surprised I haven`t contacted some fucking venereal disease yet, since I fucking love a prostitute sucking my fucking cock without a fucking condom and then cuming in her fucking mouth, on her fucking face or on her stockings fucking legs. I found a fucking prostitute. This is what you've been waiting for!" I smile wickedly and come up with a plan. I take the panties he was sniffing and licking and wipe my pussy clean with them. I stand up and hike my skirt up and straddle Cid's chest. My pussy is inches away from his face. I grab a glass and fill it with cold water and splash his face. Cid is coming around. He shakes his head a few and looks up right into my pussy. "What are you doing?" Cid yells. "Don't ask me questions you pervert! What where you.