??I would appreciate it if you helped out your boy. You see, he?shelping out my boys right now. We can keep them all in the competitiona little longer...if you play along.??You?re from State 9? Your boys attacked mine!??Nothing personal, sweety. It?s just what happens in The Games. Whatwould you do if you had a couple of ugly meatballs like mine. Going thesissy route just isn?t going to work for them.??Not my problem.??No, your problem is that you have got a sissy and you aren?t helpingher be all. This time you grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of your head, prompting him for feedback. He moaned out "ahhh, okay" and started thrusting into your face. You let one of your hands slip to your shirt and pulled it from your shoulders down to your waist, freeing your tits to play with which you did. Your other hand slid between your legs and pushed your panties to the side, finding your wet pussy and slipping fingers inside you while he continued to fuck your mouth. "Shit you're. Breckinridge pulled her hand away and sat up straight while pointing her finger at us, “You’re that whore, and you’re her pimp!”Jenny even scared me as she leaned across the table and glared at Mrs. Breckinridge, “Think what you will of me, but I will break your arm if you call him a pimp again. He is my boyfriend and Business Manager.”“My husband brought up those charges, not me.” Mrs. Breckinridge claimed in her defense.“Yes, he did, but only because you told him to.” Jenny haughtily replied.. “Well, the beer is cold anyhow,” confirmed Amy, raising her glass. “Here’s to success and top grades!” she added.Gav joined her and the others clinking glasses.“I think you lot are the best yet,” he said.“I bet you say that to all your students,” said Shula, smiling.“It’s only the second year and two of them didn’t last the course, last year.”“Oh, I didn’t know that,” said Shula.“Say, what say get some of those snags, they’re making me hungry!” exclaimed Amy.“Too right,” agreed Gav. “When.