I don’t want it anymore.’ ‘And our accounts?’ He shook his head, defeated. ‘I don’t know. Fifty-fifty?’ ‘That’s too generous Olive..., how about sixty-fourty?’ She motioned to him when she said sixty. ‘Fine. Whatever.’ It broke her heart to see him so sad and despondent, but what could she do? It wasn’t her fault she’d fallen in love with someone else. At least she’d had the decency to break up with him before anything physical happened with Paul. She started eating lunch with Paul again and. He slowly began to talk in a very calm manner saying he had asked me here to inform me that accusations had been made and founded against me in the theft of another pupil’s property, which had been found in my locker earlier that morning. I was shocked and confused and he must have been able to tell by the expression on my face, I opened my mouth to protest my innocence but before the words would come out he told me I had been caught by one of the CCTV cameras so there was no point denying it.. With me still on the toilet she opened the stopper and I warm waft of fragrance matching the scent of the body washed reached my nose. “Throw that enema kit in the can for now, stand up, and bend over.”I did as I was instructed and once again warm liquid filled my bottom. Only this time there were no stop bladders. “Hold this in as long as you can, squeezing your ass.” I was able to hold it for 3 minutes before releasing a torrent of clear orchid smelling liquid. “No back in the shower and wash. "Yeah...you're a good little boy for me aren't you?" You want me to play with your fat cock?"She continued to speak as her two hands manipulated my organ like a fucking piano, playing a concerto for all to see...my head was definitely back singing and moaning the tenor and alto section.Then, just as suddenly, she stopped, and squeezed my balls. My ever increasing orgasm sank faster than a Lindsay Lohan album.I grimaced in pain as she looked into my eyes and stood up. "What the fuck...?" Came.