The “hottest” teacher on campus, Mr. khan’s front row desks were always filled with girls in the shortest of skirts and the lowest cut camisole....Boys would sit up front too, but for a different reason: to get next to the girls.“Kavita?” Mr. khan sounded wary as he eyed her. She wasn’t in an ass baring miniskirt like last week, but she rocked her outfit anyway, her tight black pencil skirt hugging to the right curves and flaunting her long legs.With a short glance to her usual seat against the. Where else would I be able to arrange for a group of cultists to fuck me as their captive?And hey, the snakes they said would be in the scene were weird, but whatever!Besides, the pay was so much better than what I'd seen recently. So I gladly let them strip me naked, chaining my arms and legs apart on their pentagram. They blindfolded me, making me tense up as the first clammy scales of skin touched against my thigh, cold and heavy against my bare flesh. They curled, controlled, guided up. "Well," said Mike, "start talking." Not so fast," said Tim, taking a swallow of his drink. "I want to make a deal first."Here it comes, thought Mike. "What sort of deal?" be said."I want to know what sort of immunity you can give me." Uh-huh, thought Mike. Another pickpocket or tout trying to bluff his way out of a petty theft charge. Christ, there were so many of them, and they were such a damned waste of time. Well, he thought, I'm here; may as well listen to what the kid's got to say. "I. .. uuugggghhhnnn..." Selma moaned as she felt the steel-hard pole nudging against the sensitive tip of her cervix. She had never felt so full in her life. She felt as if the giant shaft were cleaving her in two, swelling with every passing second and she was almost afraid that it would explode inside her sorely palpitating depths. She felt vaguely uncomfortable from her awkward, half-lying position on the back seat of Doug's car, her legs parted lewdly, her naked back pressed against the cool.