.." Her dark eyes darted upwards again, searching the young woman's for some sign of acceptance. "... and it's the only flight 'til two tomorrow after...oon..." Her eyes dropped, quickly swept the room, then returned to Vicki's. "... and Bill doesn't think Effie will last more than a couple of days," she concluded somewhat breathlessly.Vicki remained motionless for a long moment digesting the flow of words which over the months she had become accustomed to. Her eyes shifted from her raincoat clad. - The blond doesn't answer him, and the Winchester smirks and laughs- the great champion is a bad lay.-She just doesn't like to experiment.- That, I can believe, nobody is like the teacher - the brown-haired boy admits, and both boys nod at each other. The teacher sets the bar very high.The bathroom door opens and the hunters see with surprise how Glynda Goodwitch, Beacon's most feared teacher, approaches in a tight school uniform. the shirt had two buttons undone, letting some cleavage be. She then, without a single word, took the stupid stable hand’s half wilted cock and popped the sticky head into her mouth, slurping softly and slowly. She knew he would be sensitive, or she would have gorged herself on his prick right then and there. Instead she slowly, firmly ran her wet pink tongue along his flesh, licking him clean of their mingled fluids, the taste of his cum and her cunt strong and wicked and delicious. By the time Jorel’s cock was back to full throbbing hardness, not so. She walked akwardly on her knees while she used the wall for support. It was not easy but she would manage OK.For some reason known only to them, the slave traders had left the door to her cell open. This was it. Her one and only chance of escape. Now she had to hurry.After a few minutes she reached the open barn door and peeked out. There didn't seem to be any people around. Not that she expected anyone, but she was naked apart from her duct tape bikini and she was tied up. There was no way.