I followed his every move and the orders he gave me, and it was clear who was in charge. He slapped my face with his XL-sized dick before he pressed i... down my throat. His cock went down all the way and he fucked me rather roughly until gasped for air. He noticed I was choking and gave me a fraction of a second to breathe in before he continued pressing it down as deep as he could. The taste of salty sperm mixed up with saliva filled my palate; I had to swallow some to keep up with his intense. Ali would draw a hot sudsy bath and Ali would get in it and masturbate as she pictured him in her fantasies. Ali would close and lock the door and even though her husband was downstairs, she’d masturbate until she felt thoroughly satisfied all over. Finally, the conference was getting done for the day. She told herself, a hundred times over, she was going to go and see him She told herself that this day was the day he and I were going to “get it on.” “Hi Keith…how are you?” she said, smelling. Then a slim, chocolate colored foot in transparent, high-heeled sandals kicked the fallen woman in her thighs. The foot had pink painted nails. It belonged to a dark and stunningly built woman called Tittiefuck for as long she could remember. Which was not very long indeed."Get up, slut!" she chuckled, kicking the girl again."So much to do to, like, make you a puffect bimbo sexretary slut.C'mon, honey, git!"And once more she kicked her foot into the creamy, home grown flesh.The two women were. .. well, he's still a history teacher... but everybody knows his real love was coaching. But he talked to his good buddy the A.D., and he got Mrs. Caron's old job. I mean, here is a guy who admits that he doesn't know anything about cheerleading... and who has a beef with females anyway over that whole Title IX thing... and he is going to be our coach???Just the thought of being around that short, stubby sweaty pig... sorry, toad... is enough to make me sick. The only good thing about him being.