Too long, might I add. I run a hand through my black hair and start to put my instrument away. I didn't even like marching band. My parents didn't wan... me to go out "partying all night," or "smoking all day," so they refused to pay for college if I didn't participate in - you guessed it - the college band. And it sucks. I knew it was bad in high school, but this was ridiculous. Four hour practice? Seriously? I have classes to study for, shit to do. Anyways.I put my instrument in my locker and. She was to pick one hand and if she got the 'A' the probe would be pushed into her arse, if she chose the 'C' it would be shoved up her cunt. Whichever one she did not pick would be used on Stephanie.She chose my left hand and revealing it, I got Serena to read the letter stamped into its base. 'C' she read aloud. I showed the other one to Stephanie and she saw the letter 'A' on the base of that one. I then reached between Serena's legs and slowly pushed the three inch bullet shaped probe up. “Did you two sleep well last night.”Agnes fielded this ball. “Yes, Ma’am. At least, I did. The bed was comfortable and the house is warm emotionally.”Fortunately, Mother didn’t ask any further questions. I didn’t want to lie but didn’t want to answer either. I think Agnes felt the same. She did give me a small smile.We helped with breakfast and Agnes asked many questions. It was as though she wasn’t a good cook. I had watched her with her mother and knew better. It was then I noticed that the. I grabbed hold of him with one hand to stop that hard shaft of flesh from getting into my mouth and held on. He immediately started to hump my hand.A long time seemed to pass before the pain in my violated pussy went away and the constant thrusting and licking was beginning to have an erotic effect on me. I still felt stretched and full, but it was beginning to feel much better and his hot flesh in me was almost comfortable.It wasn't long before that deep itch in the pit of my belly started.