"I'm really sorrrrrryyyy!" she wailed, tears streaming down her face."It's alright, sweetie," he said, "You're alright, that's all that counts."Slowly...she calmed down under his warm caress and loving."What happened?" she finally asked."I don't know exactly," he said, "I know we hit something, that it wasn't something that huge. But the engineer fucked up somehow. The brakes should have engaged long before we hit whatever we hit. I'm sorry I couldn't warn you, it came too fast." It's ok," she. ?Nude,? the man replied, again perfectly casually. ?And quickly. We have little time to spare. You don?t want a detention in your first minute here at Masters, do you?? There was an edge of darkness to this last question, a hint of impatience. Marcia, faced with essentially being trapped in this room with so many men, quickly tried to judge the usefulness of resisting, of arguing. The Headmaster?s eyes narrowed, as if he could read her thoughts, and the girl quickly rejected the idea. ?Y-yes. “Please help me. My toilet is backed up and I’ve got water everywhere”. Instinctively I ran and grabbed the plunger from my bathroom and followed her into her apartment… There was water all over the floor and seemed to continually flow from the bowl. I grabbed for the valve and turned it off, then began plunging. It took several tries but with a final pull the suction seemed to break the clog loose. I stepped back. “There, you’re in business again”. She looked down at the wet floor. Then took a. Soft, tanned and strong, she could pull you in with a single squeeze of her thighs. Rochelle was a petite brunette, although her hair was dyed blonde. Curly hair, slender, 5’4, with an ass that was almost as big on her as the C cups she wore proudly on her chest. With her slender frame and the fact she wasn’t real tall, everything looked bigger on her. I think the thing I liked best about Rochelle was her lips – she was a white girl, but she had these plump, gorgeous lips that looked like they.