Peters office while she summoned Lisa. Mark had brought the picture up and I had to explain. Lisa came into the office and she turned pale when I was ...sked about the picture in front of her. I had to apologize and I told her I had destroyed the picture, which I had after my first talk with Nathan on the hill. I was glad when Ms. Peters finally let me return to class.When I returned home, Nathan and I discussed Mark's role. He was to be my mirror, my equal, and Nathan would give the report to. He placed a phone call and when I answered, he couldn’t help but slur his words in a drunken Absinthe stupor. I promptly informed him that he was to go take a very cold shower, drink two espressos and call me back when he could form full sentences. ‘I am not a common whore,’ I told him. ‘If you want common service, please go down to the Rue.’ He was apparently tired of the parfum-ridden prostitutes or his life as a drunk (one or both), or maybe I just sounded a lot like Chloë, but it was an. She was cumming. Her hands groped blindly between her legs as he looked up at her face over the flat plain of her stomach. She was still asleep but she wouldn’t be for long. He lapped and sucked more aggressively now as her honey flowed unchecked. He continued as his hand reached up, pushing up her shirt and groping her breast, and pinching the hard nubs of her nipple. Her hands finding their way to his head, pulled at his hair. She began a raunchy assault on his face, wantonly, eagerly. Yes...oh FUUUUCCKKK!!" Hannah writhed and twitched, her eyes rolling. Rich was tugging on his dick now, he could feel himself getting close. "What do you say?" asked Samantha as she began crawling up to Hannah's face and kissing her."Thank you." Panted Hannah. They kissed for a while, caressing each others hard nipples pushing them together. Samantha then moved up, still on top of Hannah until her pussy was in line with Hannah's tongue. Hannah began licking it while playing with her clit..