Ten minutes later I step into one of my favorite bars, The Drunken Muse. I make my way to the bar, on a Friday night it gets so crowded it can be hard...to move, and as I walk I feel bodies colliding with mine and occasionally a drunken hand caressing my ass. I smile to myself and continue walking until I reach the bar. Finding a seat at the far end I take a breath and observe my surroundings. There is a woman completely passed out on the other side of the room being prodded at by some of her. Izador takes his turn in removing his shirt and shorts, leaving them laid aside with Estell’s items. Taking the lead Izador takes his apprentice to the living-room couch and kisses her to sit down with him. The pair caress each other, but the chef maintains lead by removing Estell’s upper lace. Izador leans over into his apprentice and begins flicking away on the tips of her mounds. Soft sighs escape Estell’s lips as she gently strokes her teacher’s head of scruffy black. As the chef’s lips. When she put it on I could clearly see the blue shorts and the red top through the sheer material of the dress. It is a button down the front dress and Alice only buttoned it from below her tits to her belly button. When she was just stood there it hung and covered her pussy but as soon as she moved a leg it opened and I could see her slit and blue pubis.Alice didn’t even get any strange looks until we got into the classroom when one of the obviously more observant boys said,“Are those shorts. Alexa screams, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Her cry is muffled by the hand around her mouth. Tyler’s other hand reaches down to the hem of her dress and slides underneath, moving up to her ass and stroking it while she cries.“Do you like getting fucked in the ass?” Tyler asks loudly. “You want to get fucked right now? Huh? Answer me, you little cunt! You like getting fucked in the ass?”Each repetition of the question is punctuated with a loud slap on her ass. He finally lifts his other.