Saunders, my art teacher. She'd got stuck with being lunch room monitor, today."You never complained, before," I said as I waggled my eyebrows.Ms. Sau...ders had wanted to know if I would model for her class this year. She promised me extra credit for my landscape class. I was finding I liked drawing people better than landscapes. I needed the extra credit, or I was going to get a B in art. It would suck to have my perfect GPA trashed because of an elective.After lunch I went to Government class. But we didn’t want any: I guess Cindy was still tripping and I was plain damn scared, too worried about where we were going and what would happen to me. Food was the last thing on my mind.Being handcuffed again and put in the back of a paddy wagon was no fun. Jimmy and I never spoke. How could that fucker blame it all on me? The truth would come out and, with any luck, I would go home without any charges, maybe just a misdemeanor.At the jail, they took Cindy and me to one room and Jimmy and Ben. One hand went up to the opposite side of the door frame and my left shoulder went back to resting against its side of the frame.I felt her incredible tongue again but this time its tip flicked the ring of my asshole in a few quick taps that set it to tingling. Instead of keeping that up though she extended it and I felt it lap the bottom of my nuts as she dragged in from them along the muscle there back to my ass. That soft wet feeling was just what I needed. She went back to flicking my. I stroked her back and solid buns.She rolled off me as I went to get a washrag for cleanup. She seemed to be in no hurry to leave so I got some more iced tea for both of us.“Mister Tony,” she began, “I liked that very much and would like to do it again after you rest. My parents do not let me date yet so my horny gets very strong. I think this is good for both of us.”“Saree, I liked it very much too but I’m really puzzled. You cannot date but it is OK to have sex with me? Please explain.”“In.