When we are goingto home I kissed her as we are habituated to sit at the back of thebus. Next day morning I kept the story in her text book. Mom willp...epare for next days class in the evening she will find the story.My indication that my mom as read the story is I will find theteared pieces of the story in the dust bin at home on the next daymorning. But I didn’t find the pieces of paper. I thought she mightnot have read. For every 3 days I used to keep one story in herbook. But I have not. As they reached the massive front doors they wereopened by two servants dressed as the first and alsowearing nondescript masks. One opened the door and theother blocked their way inside. In a very polite mannerhe spoke “Good evening and welcome. Due to the factthat this is a private party could you please provideme with some form of identification?” Jeff replied“Anonymous 319.” “Very well sir, enjoy your stay this evening.” Withthat he moved to the left and. He can do whatever he wants.'His hand slid easily into her cunt which had reacted to the one stroke of the cane in its usual fashion. Pulling her gently down the desk until her legs were hanging down to the ground, Hugo slid his prick firmly into her cunt and pistoned in and out for a few seconds.Then he withdrew and re-entered a couple of seconds later through the narrower entrance of her arse hole, again pistoning deep into her bowels. Withdrawing again after a few thrusts he lifted Jacqui. High, right?" I said with a laugh. Trying to come off less agitated than I felt. She didn't respond right away, giggling with the other girls. I doubt she even heard me."Huh? Ah, yeah, it's a pain, huh?" Hey, do you want to maybe - " Yeah yeah, sounds great! Gotta run, Frankie, see you soon!"And off she went. I didn't watch her walk away but I heard her, the whole little group laughing as they trotted off. Probably cracking jokes about the big weirdo Christine used to be friends with.I felt.