The third had been a gift from the school’s beautiful English teacher the previous term, showing her in a particularly inviting position laid across...the very desk on which the photograph now stood.He read through the letter in his hand one final time, before leaning forward, reaching for his black and gold Monte Cristo pen and signing his name in a barely legible scrawl.He hadn’t enjoyed taking the decision to expel one of his brightest and most beautiful Year 9 pupils. But everyone knew of his. Charity tapped lightly on Donnie's door. "Don... can I talk to you... ?" she murmured in a half whisper.There was a moment of silence, then she heard him answer, "Sure... why not?" The door opened, his rather grim face poked out at her, and he held the door open for her. She walked in. He closed the door, looking at her guardedly for a long moment before he asked. "What's with, Sis... ? You look all uptight and strung out?"She turned to him, her eyes beginning to mist, again, "D- Donnie... I've. Several times throughout the evening, he would put his arm around CJ’s shoulders as they socialized with the popular crowd. It was not hard to guess which of the young ladies interested Alex, mostly because he knew that Stephanie already had a boyfriend. He seemed charming and CJ wondered if Roger had said anything to him about their anomalous relationship. Roger had arranged another after-hour party for Alex at his home, but Alex would have to wait around for him after the bar closed for Roger. We’re getting to that part. I knelt between her legs. Her pussy was so wet, I slid my cock along it as the slut squirmed. I watched all eight inches sink into her. Fuck I love that first thrust. She does too, apparently. A stream of “fucks” and “shit!” and a few other choice words flowed out of her. It was insensible babble, really, but translated from the language “Sluttish,” it basically meant one thing: “Fuck me like you own me.” Which of course, I do. “MY fucking bitch,” I growled. She.