No need to suck up to me, kid. As long as you do your half of the work, I don't care what you think of the job." The old man handed you a pair of over...lls with the name Darnell stitched across the name tag. "Here's your uniform, and the supplies are in that closet at the end of the hall marked Janitor. Here's the key to the closet. I'm assuming that you know how to run a broom and mop?" Yes, Sir."Just then a tall woman with dark hair in a bun and glasses walked past the two of you. She was. Hard, fast and deep as tears started come from her eyes from me cramming my cock hard down her throat. I grabbed her and helped her get up pulled her to the coffee table. I pushed her down on the coffee table she laid back and I looked down at her naked body. I climbed on top of her and started to fuck her. I whispered in her ear that I hoped she enjoyed having a young stud fuck her. She started to cum before she could even answer. After she finished I asked her “did you enjoy it baby?” She. She threw something at Miss Murdock and just stood there.The buzzer went off, and Miss Murdock announced, "Principal Kreisler will see you know."Ms. Branchfield just took off walking quickly into his office. She didn't even give us a nod of acknowledgement. After ten minutes or so, a phone on the counter rang; Miss Murdock picked it up and told us to go in.We had heard some loudness, but not for very long before this happened. I left our schoolbags with Miss Murdock; she really is a sweet old. He gave the cop what he hoped was an innocent look as he said in as polite a voice as he could muster, "Evening officer. What can I do ya for?"The officer was tall and lean, with an angular face and a gaze of intense scrutiny. He leaned against the open door of his cruiser and nudged his hat back. "Bit late for you to be out, isn't it?" he asked in a neutral voice.Richie shrugged. "Dunno. I go out late like this lotsa times. Did I do something wrong?"He tried not to be combative. For all his.