I awkwardly dipped my breasts into the dirty water, and arched my back as I lowered them to the floor. My hips rocked back and forth as I scrubbed the...floors, making several trips back and forth to the bucket, I was finally finished, my body covered by the dirty water. Ms. Williams evidently had enough as well, she put the camera down and told me to stay put as she gathered the cleaning supplies, she entered the closet with an armload of cleaning supplies and entered deep into the closet. I saw. I put the purple bulb of his cock head in my mouth and ran my tongue around it's circumference. That made Frank groan, in spades. I darted tip of my tongue in and out of the eye of his cockhead, getting more groans from Frank for my efforts.With that encouragement, I inched my way down his cock in a slow deep throat while my hands played with his balls. When I'd engulfed nearly all of him, with several gagging episodes, Frank could take no more. He stiffened and then shot wad after wad of hot. The embarrassment would be devastating and Oscar would never look at him the same again. To watch the last minute pass was agonising. Harry's hand twitched in anticipation on his lap; beads of sweat emerged on his forehead, ready. With ten seconds to go, it crossed his mind to quit before he had even started - perhaps the risk was too great. What if Oscar's class had finished early? What if he walked in at the climactic moment? What if... The clock struck 15:55 and the question vanished - he. "No, no, no," he said emphatically. "Mr. Romero is the boss." OK," I said calmly, trying to feel how the conversation should move. "And Meg works for Mr. Romero?" Yeah." Back to the dead voice. "She likes him. I can't give her what she needs. I'm just a dumb jock. She shouldn't have married me because I'm just a dumb jock."This was not only repetitive, but pretty scary. I doubted this guy went through his whole life like this, because no one would have hired him to guard an outhouse, much less.