"Despite his boorish behavior, John Symmes is definitely a big man oncampus, and the beta males would say or do anything--even suck his cock,probably-...to gain his favor, and that includes repeating locker roomrumors about me. I couldn't have such gossip spread all over the campus--and beyond."I gulped. "I guess that's what I'll have to do, too, then--give in."I must have looked as panicked as I felt, because Marilyn said, her tonefirm, "I don't thing so, Jen; not this time. It's about time John. Did the Council know? Yes. Did they interfere or spy? Well, Morgana said not and I reckon she’d know.The other ongoing issue in the Council was the final demise of the Amity Caucus to just being Mage Clarence. The final two other members now joining Mage Sofya in voting with the Discutere Symposium, which was a far more moderate version of Amity and less inclined to get involved in action, though realising that some things required a direct response, not endless debate.The small community of. " My voice rising in pitch, and volume as the last few inches slid in.He rolled his hips again, moving his hard cock around inside my tight little pussy. As he lay across my back, holding one of my wrists in each hand, pinning me firmly to the desk, he said, "I'll tell you when you've learned your lesson you little slut."He pulled out until just the head was in again, and as he worked it in, and out of me, he said, "And now, I'm gonna pound your little pussy." On the word "pussy" he thrust his. No matter the approach, every interaction with her inevitably led to an uncomfortable silence lying somewhere between embarrassment and hostility.The emergence of steaming bowls of honeyed figs covered with melted ricotta cheese curtailed any further dark thoughts I might have had. Lifted from the heating elements of our small radioisotope thermoelectric generator – the RTG, as Mother called it – her birthday gift of a special evening meal was quickly passed around our small circle, hungry.