I didn't have to sit in one of the naughty chairs in the office. No, mybehaviour apparently warranted an immediate trip into M. St-Valentin'soffice fo... a closed door meeting. The principal asked me what was goingon, and I told him the truth. There was no use lying, especiallyconsidering the video evidence that would likely make its way toYouTube under the title "TEEN GIRL SCHOOLS TEACHER!"M. St-Valentin frowned. I was unfazed by his expression. I still heldmyself like my shoulders were a. We got up; peed in front of each other; I even made him let me hold and aim his dick for him and let him wipe my pussy. I was careful to see if any cum leaked out of me, and there was none so that made me very happy. Then we went into the kitchen and made breakfast. I looked around saw the spots on the floor, and realized I had some cleaning up to do today.While we ate breakfast on this, our first full day of our marriage, April 13, I said: “Ken my darling, can we get wedding rings today? He. Most of us were pretty much shagged before we’d even got on the plane. We’d all gone to an Indian Restaurant on Brick Lane the night before where Crystal had booked a table for everyone and most of us had rather too much to drink. Well, I did anyway. The restaurant was jam-packed from wall to wall, so it was a miracle that Crystal had managed to book a table for so many of us, but I guess she just called in a favour like she so often did. Crystal was obviously anxious about the coming American. “Working up to him.” He suddenly said, “Don’t you want a goldone?” Speaking not to me, but to the stranger about to fuck my ass.“No. I’m going to dip into her cunt first, give her asshole a chance to close a little before I push my prick in her ass.”He was as good as his word, shoving his cock up my wet cunt and quickly encountering the yoni egg.“What the hell is this thing in her cunt?” He asked. “It wasn’t in there when I fucked her before.”He quit thrusting, waiting for clarification.“It’s a.