Maybe she was a girlfriend or some relative. Whatever she was, if this was the way she usually dressed, Jack hoped she was staying awhile.It looked to...Jack as if the woman was wearing a man's undershirt. Whatever it was just barely covered her ass, exposing a couple of nicely shaped long legs. The shirt was so big that her chest and sides under the arms were bare too, except for the tits, which were at least partially covered. She had been sweating so the shirt stuck to her skin. The shirt was. The paddle and feather he left in the drawer. Monday rolled around, and Houlihan decided he’d speak to Brenda that day, if he could. He also sent a note to her via her second to last class of the day. She showed up after school let out. The difference between her and Monica was night and day. Brenda had a sullen, broad face and was on the chunky side. While Monica looked like a grown woman, Brenda looked like she was still in the awkward phase of adolescence … and would remain there until her. Her warm juices flowed out from the puffy slit. She let out another frustrated growl that she couldn’t get off. Then the big hulking orc was climbing over her, his large wet erection poking out in front of him. He straddled her chest and his big meaty began rubbing over her face.“Ungh…No!” she said angrily, closing her eye as the cock slipped over it. “Ah, yes! You’re going to be a good little suckslut.”The cock prodded at her lips and once again she had no control as she rubbed her tongue. The man stood next to the edge of the table, his large but gentle hands holding his beloved down; one squeezing her plush hip, the other manhandling her voluptuous breast. He was fucking her like a man in love, sensually and lovingly but also firmly. He wanted her to feel good first. He was a good man, and handsome too, with a pleasing enough physique and a nice face. His thick but otherwise quite average looking cock thrust partly in and out of her, his balls slapping against the underside.