I switched to the other boob as I pinched her right nipple now and pulled both her nipples hard, one with my hand and one with my teeth.“Shit! That ...urt! Calm down, they are not going anywhere.”I was in no mood to listen. I had waited long enough to grab onto those boobs and they were proving to be heavenly, not just only for her. Their softness was perfect, their shape, perfect. They were firm. They were big. They were everything a man desired from boobs.Half-heartedly, I left them as I went. From the first biology class, Irie decided that Mr P was a closet submissive and that before the year was over, she would make it her mission to destroy him for no other reason than the pain it would cause Mr P and the joy she would get out of seeing him broken.During that first biology the question popping up in Irie’s devious mind was:”What would hurt Mr P the most” What could she do to destroy him... Well, he was a man. So, what do men treasure most? “Their Balls”Ok, what else? “Their. He was dressed in an expensive royal blue robe."Since you couldn't guess Tessa's foot right. Jamal here is going to be involved in our foot fun. I know how much you love seeing black guys fuck white girls. Well."Tessa and Cara removed his blue royal robe."We white girls are gonna have a lot of fun with this."His cock was massive. Standing proud and erect.I wondered how they would fit it in their mouths."Come on, Jamal, you can fuck me and Tessa, our mouth, feet. You can stick your gigantic cock. " And, I'm really thirty."We eyed each other, he thinking I was lying; and I wondering why he was lying. I changed the subject, believing in the premise that the truth need not be shouted to be true."You didn't tell me what you do." I'm in a completely different field than yours, I guess as different as any two careers could be." What?" I'm a cop." Oh yeah?" Yeah. Out in the County." Is that a line of work you enjoy?" Oh I love it. I wouldn't be happy doing anything else, and then, there are.