Now it was senior year, only a month to go before graduation. I was happier than ever to finally be getting out of this hell hole called high school. ...f course, this wasn’t the first time that Teresa had asked me to go out. And, of course, this wasn’t the first time that I had turned her down. “I don’t think I can tonight, we have that test on Monday and my parents will kill me if I get another D.”“C’mon Chanelle, you say that all the time. You can study over the weekend. Its Friday night, the. "Good boy." I cooed. He winced and cursed, seeming to wish his tiny brain could somehow tame the will of his huge cock."And who sent you?" I asked."I can't think of a way to put that in the form of a yo' mama joke." He explained."Who sent you?" I repeated as I peeled my shirt off, letting him absorb the sight of my honeysuckle blonde hair cascading down between my colossal wobbling sweater missiles.There was a tremendous ripping noise as my captive's thick meat slab tore through his slacks.I. "It sounds like your dad likes to keep women in their proper place," Stephanie said as she gathered up Robert's discarded shoes, jeans, and shirt and placed them in a locker. The door clicked shut ominously but unnoticed by Bobbi. "I've heard a lot of good old boy types feel that way but I've never exactly found out what they expect from women." "Hell, that's easy," Robert guffawed as he swelled up with macho arrogance despite the way he was dressed. "A woman should serve a man. A woman. " Thanks, Uncle Rob." She smiled gratefully. "How was Andrea's concert?" Hardly Andrea's but it was excellent. They sang beautifully and the choirboy had an angelic voice. By the way, I'm going to Verdi's Requiem at the Albert Hall on Saturday week. I've got a spare ticket. Would you like to come with me?" I'd love to. Thanks, Uncle Rob. I probably ought to go home the weekend after that."At that moment the telephone rang and Robin answered it. "Speak of the devil," he said. "Lottë was just.