I assumed he might not be feeling well, so didn’t think about it afterwards. That lasted until noon hour when Marcus Conradi and Mr. Pankhurst, the ...ollege counselor approached me.“Joel, I had a call from Mrs. Payne about Tory,” Marcus said solemnly. “It seems he was attacked and beaten very badly over the weekend. He’s in the hospital. He’s got some cracked ribs, a ruptured spleen and a concussion. He hasn’t been able to tell anyone what happened. Do you know anything about it?”“No, I don’t.. He reached for my g-string, wrapped snuggly to my taught body, and pulled it off my hips slowly. I lifted up my legs for him and felt the silky fabric slip from between my meaty butt cheeks as he dragged them down my thighs. Getting them past my ankles and over my feet, he discarded my panties like they were irrelevant; just a minor piece of wrapping to get at what he really wanted.Instinctively, I opened my legs to him and exposed my exquisite, bald vagina for him to admire. She was a neatly. As elegantly as she could muster Melody d****d herself over the girl’s lap, aware that her nude bottom, the knickers gave no cover at all, was now presented for the pleasure of a girl who only an hours ago had been her subordinate.Tracy did nothing for a few moments and then slowly pulled the tiny wet panties down her legs and laid them on to the arm of the settee before she gently eased Melody’s legs apart a little, discarding cushions to enable them to be parted as far as possible. Although. Salted it and began to plow his way through it ... twice.I gave his three minutes and asked, "Well?"No response. Thirty seconds and a flip of the flank."Medium Well?" Two responses and my choices met with approval. The smell of burning meat mixed with the smell of singe."Pink in the middle?" The vast majority responded. Those cuts went on the grill as the flank began to smoke. I picked up the medium well, turned them and looked at the biker-type; he shook his head. We were getting close to shoe.