We grinned and hurried to dispose of it in the boys change room. We quickly ran towards to change room. Both of our hearts sank when our class teacher...who came along to supervise us came out of the girls change room and caught us red handed. Her face was turned red and our faces began to blush. To this day, I still can’t believe she caught us clutching a lady’s underwear. Our class teacher Mrs Turner was clearly upset and disappointed at us. She told us to get our bags, get changed and meet. ”The lead biker girl then grabbed my head and forced me to look at her. “I’m gonna explain this to once, so listen up. My friends and I need a pussy eatin’ bitch to service us whenever we want. Miss goody-two shoes over there didn’t want to lick our pussies so we are training her. Do you want the same kind of training? Or are you gonna be our bitch?” I had seen the way they trained someone who resisted so I decided until I could come up with an escape plan, I’d be their bitch, as they called. Once this was completed I bounded back up, stripped and jumped on my wife who now lay on the bed. I slipped back into her sloppy cunt and reveled in its looseness. Now I knew where the expression "You can't drive a nail where a spike has been" came from! My pecker couldn't come close filling her the way Len had. I knew that she had not cum yet and I always make her orgasm when we have sex. I was a little apprehensive as I slipped out of her cavern and moved my tongue along her neck and down to. "Hmm?" He looked away, whimpering. "Aw!" A giggle escaped her. He was just to die for!There was such intimacy to r****g a boy. Trapping him in you, devouring him. Almost like stealing his very soul. Taking pleasure from imposing yourself within his boundaries, violating them, from forcing such intense sensations on him. Forcing him to cum inside you, watching him writhe and moan, feeling his cock surrender to you.Mad with lust for the lovely creature, Adellah forced the boy's face forward and.