Bend over and pretend to pick something off the floor. My tits almost coming out over the top of my blouse. He totally missed the shot. My turn again....Bend to take the shot. All three guys checking my tits. I just smiled at them, shot and missed. Then it's the other guys turn. I go and sit on the corner of the table where he was going to shoot. I did let him shoot, but we are all having fun now.I hear the door open. Wondering what took so long. But when I looked it wasn't Carlos. It's been at. Me and Jon looked at each other, grinning broadly. Cara pulled away from Lindsey and grabbed my crotch. “Like that did you?” she teased. My own enjoyment was fairly obvious, as was Jon’s and it was entirely predictable that he would be the next person to choose dare as he nursed his erection. “No, take your shorts off!” shouted Lindsey. “Short off, shorts off, shorts off,” we all began to chant. “No!” interrupted Cara. “You two kiss,” she added, looking at me and Jon. Minutes of defiance. “Not so shy now, eh?” he teased. I knelt there, following his every move with my gaping mouth, eyes wide in exhortation. “You’re going to make a cracking cum slut, a Grade-A cock whore.” My mind raced at the veracity of his comments. I grabbed his hips and pulled him onto me. His cock filled my mouth again and I began working my head in a slow deliberate rhythm, savouring every taste, every texture. Ever so gradually, I began to up the tempo. His body responded with increasing volumes of. If things went well, what was so special about me would make the rounds soon enough. Juicy gossip like this would move like wildfire through a sec dorm.The next few minutes ticked away in an uncomfortable silence as we all wondered what was going on in the office next door. No sounds escaped, and the temp gave nothing away, though it's unlikely she knew anything anyway. Exactly 10 minutes after she went in, Staci walked out of Mr. Snyder's office. The top 2 buttons of her blazer were now.