As lunch time approached she climbed the 3 flights of stairs to the top floor history room. After wracking her brains all morning of who he was she co...ldnt help but hope he could answer her question. The corridors were eerily quiet, the mad chatter of class changes nor the somehow friendly silence when classes were taking place were there, both replaced instead with a gloomy atmosphere. The dingy light now seemed to desperately seek admittance though the grimy windows that no window cleaner had. As Elizabeth slowly regained her senses, I became keenly aware of my cock trying to tear lose from my slacks. I lowered my zipper, removed my painfully hard member and began rubbing up and down her cheeks, brushing away the tears that still remained below her puffy eyes.?Do you wish to show your appreciation for the punishment that you have been given.?She nodded her head groggily.I reached behind her head and unfastened the ball gag. The moment she was free of the gag, she sprang to life and. I had a new boyfriend, and one afternoon we were fucking behind the stairs in the basement of the gym. He had is hand in my bra and was fucking me really hard. I couldn't stop my moans of pleasure. He was grunting and thrusting into my wet cunt and almost ready to cum. Suddenly I heard a sound. I looked up and Mr. Denton was standing there watching me get fucked. Andy didn't hear him and shot his cum all over my back. Mr. Denton spoke, "Andrew get your ass back to class NOW!" He zipped up and. She had that girl next-door kind of look throughout the sixteen-page spread, and, of course, left little to the imagination about every nook and cranny of her body by the time any reader was through with browsing past the photos.The magazine had tastefully described Renee’s living arrangements as a commune, group living situation, a new kind of condo situation, and a swinging crowd depending on the paragraph referring to her overall situation. Each reference made sure to imply a bacchanal,.