“Yup,” I said simply and smiled at her. She had no idea how long her day was going to be.She bit her lip and hurriedly got her clothes on, wigglin... a little more than usual. “It feels weird,” she commented, frowning slightly, like she was trying to decide if she liked it or not. “I feel like I’m walking funny.”“Everyone expects you to be walking funny today,” Gina pointed out, giggling. That got us all laughing and we went next door for breakfast. Beck WAS walking a little differently. There. She smiled at me as she passed me an orange juice which I drank quite quickly as the consequences of what was happening to me ran through my mind. My mouth was quite dry and the tinge of bitterness in the drink did not register with me at the time. I could see no way out of my predicament. I knew that if Karens mother went to the school with the story and the so-called evidence that she had presented to me, I knew I would be finished. Everyone would believe her and I would be hounded out of. So I kept my cock in her mouth and turned down to suck her pussy. Then I removed her panty and was very excited to see that her pussy . She has made it ready for me to suck. I sucked the outside juice. For the first time I was going the open the lips of the pussy. I opened the lips and saw the rose color. I kept my lips inside her pussy. Due to over excitement the juice was coming-out very frequently. I don't want to waste any of those. I have taken all the juice in my mouth. And she asked to. Some just once or twice, others maybe a dozen times. That was her policy. To introduce herself emphatically the very first time the oars were used. To establish her complete authority at once. To make it clear from the outset that only the maximum effort was good enough.Two of the galley slaves had collapsed. They would be dealt with later. Probably flogged into insensibility and then tossed overboard. If that were the case, they might, in the end, turn out to be the lucky ones. Their.