Now you’re catching on. That feels good, Sylvia. That’s the way to suck cock,” groaned the horny Vice Principal. “Yeah, use your tongue, bitch... Just keep that up and you’ll get your reward pretty soon.” He gyrated his hips in pleasure. His cock started getting hard again as the young slut revived it with her mouth.The man’s cock slowly slid in and out of Sylvia’s mouth. Her head was being slowly twisted from side to side and pulled back and forth. As she sucked and licked, she thought she could. “The cheese must be mad at me,” I said in a low husky voice then licked the cheese off of my thumb. “Mad at you?” When I had stepped over I made sure we had very little room between us. I wanted to be close to her, I needed to be close. With my other arm, I reached around her and grabbed a breadstick for myself and then stepped back to lean against the kitchen island. I folded my arms and placed the breadstick near my mouth, then aimed it towards her.“Yes, mad. It was close to your lips. “Don’t make me hurt you,” Vennoa said, taking out her dagger.“Your fate is in the balance,” the man said cryptically. “You must decide how you want to proceed.”“Vennoa!” Fender’s voice called out from the end of the alley.Vennoa turned, and saw that the rest of the party had caught up with her. She turned back to finish her business with the old man, but he had disappeared. She grunted in frustration.Vennoa didn’t tell the party about why she had wandered off, and they knew better than to ask. And while some classes like HeelTraining were beneficial for both genetics and dolls alike - bandagedhands and legs covering severe cuts from falling down was not exclusiveto dolls - others could be considered a waste of time for genetics,like Voice Training. But cell mates were treated as an inseparablepair, what one did, the other did as well. The only course which seemedto be enjoyable to both was a cross between improv and acting classcalled "Realism Course". It was one of the few places.