Eventually we came, squirting semen onto our stomachs almost in unison. We kissed once more and then headed down the hallway towards class.We got a so...ewhat strange request in the courtyard. A girl wanted to lick the cum off of our bodies. I wasn't sure if it qualified as reasonable, but Hunter didn't have a problem with it. "Mmmm, salty," she said, and then walked away.Hunter turned to me. "You know, Quint wants to take more pictures of us in the showers after practice." We'll have to give him. Were a man!''There's not much of a man left, I'm afraid. I seem to recallyou telling Allan many times that he wasn't much of a mananyway,' I shot back.Edward darted a look at Mum. 'Well...''Kiefer and I are friends, that's all. Angela was there when wefirst met...''And he came back after you brushed him off.' Angela laughed andbegan telling Mum. 'Mrs Stratton, here's this bloke that all ofthe girls fancied because he was so famous and sexy and Liz...I mean Elizabeth doesn't have a clue who he. ?5By morning, the former Princess Saffie was no longer furious. That angerhad burned itself out in the small hours of the morning when the cold,discomfort and misery had overcome him.The Saffie that opened his eyes on the dank dingy environs of the slavecage was nowhere near as imperious or as self-righteous. He had beenexposed to some of the worst treatment a slave could face and understoodfully how low he had fallen and how unfairly he had treated his servantswhen he'd still been royalty.It. When she turned around in front of me to show it off, her pussy lips could plainly be seen. Her round behind was merely spray-painted with the shiny material.“Nice camel-toe!” I teased.Sylva, a costumer, completed her ensemble with a stick-on superhero mask. She “distressed” my damsel in distress outfit by giving it strategic tears, using makeup and paints to give it a dirty and tattered look. We completed my getup with large, green plastic librarian glasses.“Perfect!” Sylva exclaimed as she.