The unusual delay irked Katia and she waited impatiently until the guard signaled the van that would take them to Old Town. The ‘arrangements’ wer... tedious but necessary she thought wearily settling into the seat behind the driver and they began the drive to the Tram Depot. There they would split up and begin the transfers that would take them by differing routes through Old Town to Ryker Avenue outside The Court. Though Orcutt was the only one in Bountiful Towers who knew The Court’s. Martin groaned and shook the bl**d back into his tortured arms. I led Wendy to the sofa and arranged her lying back on cushions while holding her own legs apart to expose her partially shaved pussy. I brought him on his knees to the sofa. Wendy cried out in anticipation of her pleasure and I offered Martin her pussy honey. He worked on her clit, licking and sucking noisily. Wendy writhed and pulled his head more fiercely onto her before she arched her back and exploded onto him shouting, ‘Fuck. I turned back to the front and tried to relax, slowly convincing myself that the vice-principle was playing mind games with us and that I wasn't going to succumb.The staccato clip-clip of her shoes striking the floor announced her return from wherever it was she'd been. She entered the room, paused briefly to close the door and then walked around in front of us before resting her derriere on the front of her desk.Without pausing she looked straight at me and asked, "So, Mr. Hayles, now that. And some guys are asking me for phone numbers of my clients. So a request to them to please stay away. I’am not gonna give any phone number to any guy. Some also say that they also wanna join me. Hello dude! Do it on your own. Open a mail account. Publicize yourself through some way and you’ll get what you want. Its simple. I don’t need to help people with these it. Next time ‘m not gonna reply to such mails. I’m directly gonna delete them. Coming back to the story…It was a Saturday and I.