That’s the price for your little stunt. Strip and bring your clothes to my desk, or I’ll ask your classmates to assist you.”“But ... that’s ...ot fair. You can’t do that.”“I can, and if you’re not naked in the next minute, It’ll be two weeks.”“But ... but...”“You’re lucky Jennifer. If this had happened before the Program, you’d be facing suspension or worse.” Emanuel watched a minute pass on the clock. “You’d better strip now. If you don’t, every additional minute will mean another week. Everyone. All that remained was a scared and timid little girl trying her best to avoid one of Derek's brutal punishment sessions. At the moment, she was in the back seat of his car with his thick 10 inch cock down her throat. Derek groaned loudly as he held the girl's struggling head down on his cock, not caring if the bitch needed air or not. This had been going on for about thirty minutes now and Laura had lost track of how many times she had almost passed out from suffocating on his cock. Her. Before I knew it, most of thegang had either left the bar or were in the process of hooking up.Since it was almost closing time, the crowd was getting pretty thin, soI took a seat at the bar. The bartender came over and asked me what Iwas drinking. He was a little older, maybe 25 or so, tall and prettygood looking. I was feeling a little flirtatious, so I asked him whathe recommended. He said, "a sexy girl like you should be drinking amixed drink instead of beer from the bottle." He. She could have thrown something on but that would have delayed her and may have taken her over the time limit. She ran into the kitchen, unzipped the bag, and took out the hairbrush. She ran back in to the hall but the doorbell rang. “Drat” she said. She knew she had to answer the door and looked around and saw Mrs Howard’s coat, quickly put it on, put the hairbrush in one of the pockets, and opened the door to find the postman there. “Please sign” he said thrusting a pad in front of.