“Yes?” she asked.I was there. I had my chance to speak, but the words did not come. I looked down at the money in my hand and said without looking...at her, “Can I give you this $125.00.”“For what?” she asked in a terrified tone and stepped back. I lifted my head and looked her in the eyes trying to speak.“To show me your tits?” I said meekly. I could see her face fill with colour and she looked down at the floor.“No, no, no.” she said, “I won’t do that, sorry.” Her face was bright red, it seemed. ” Sara nodded again and said okay. She hadn’t known then what he was thinking about having her do. Mr. Jones said “Sara, come into my office and I will tell you how you can get enough extra credit to get an A in my class.” Sara was thrilled and followed him into his office. Mr. Jones then closed the office door and locked it then sat behind his desk. He said “Now Sara, here is what you are going to do. You are going to be my little whore for the rest of the school year. You will let me do. Damn, that felt good. “I mean, uh…” I swallowed. “I’m not gay, so…” “That doesn’t mean you don’t like to be assfucked,” she said, pressing her fingertip against my anus and moving it in small circles. “It just means you don’t like to be fucked by a man. I’m not a man, so…problem solved.” “But…but…” my eyes widened further as she swept a finger through the copious cum on her chest and pressed it against my ass. She worked her finger in small circles again, and this time, assisted by the. “Full. .”, he grinned. “Yes”, she said. “How many times he screws you in a day?”, he whispered. Saarda stared at him like a dumbfounded. She was shocked to hear such a thing from a total stranger. She swallowed the knot in her throat, and said, “I beg your pardon”. “Yesterday I fucked a girl your age thrice”, he continued, “tell me how many times your husband fucked you yesterday!” She stared at him second time and then rushed back to her compartment. There was no way for her to continue.