..grab a book...pretend homework...".....That was okay till: "The pair of you ....down here ...to the kitchen ...now"Well Hamish was down the stairs q...ick.J'Arnie took a while, well she had gooey, gloppy, semen slush, warmly oozing out of her arse. No she wasn't slow down the stairs, wiping it all out, after each wipe, more came from her depths, fuck she had been arse creamed deep. No it was her frickin self-gratifying love for her arse, she just had to play with the semen-cream dribbling from. They bring me the greatest joy but also the greatest burden of excellence.”With that your revery is momentarily broken and you look concernedly up in confusion, “Sir, I do not want to be a burden to you and it pains me to think that I might possibly be,” you stammer.“No, no my pet, I am so sorry,” He quickly corrects. “I misspoke. You are not a burden at all. You are my greatest joy in life. I meant only that I feel the need to be the best I can possibly be for you at all times and in every. 'The only way you can get out is if you fuck, and if you don't in the next 10 minutes, I will kill the boy'I looked at Mrs. Monica, she was shocked, as was I.'We can't... you're my teacher! If you don't want to, I understand completely..."She looked at me back with a more reassured expression'Don't be silly, It's not worth you getting killed over'I looked back at her in amazement.'I have an idea' I said. 'There's a way that we can do this without me seeing you naked at all' I didn't know why I. I stuck to beer at this stage of the evening, and I was glad to be able to request adequate supplies of Speckled Hen, my favourite draught bitter, though these were bottled and a little different, but still good. About 11:00, Geoff cleared some of the small tables away, creating a space in the centre of their large lunge, and pushed the sofas back against the walls, so that people could dance. This was the last straw in my book, and though I hadn’t really had enough to drink to bring on the.