You’re my slut.Teacher: I am.Me: Good, then be a good slut and stop boring me with your letters. Good girls have fun, you know how they say.Teacher:...Let’s just get dressed.We got dressed and cleaned ourselves. I was about to leave, her husband woke up. What timing!Husband: Hey honey.Teacher: Hey! You’re awake!Husband: What’s going on?Teacher: This student is causing mischief and I did my letter thing with him!Husband: Oh, the letter. Sorry about it buddy.Only Hank calls me buddy!Me: It is what. You heard such stories! Emma shuddered to consider the idea of Maisie being involved in any form of abuse. Some people are so disgusting! She enjoyed listening to Maisie’s stories about the other cast on the set. She discovered for instance that the one actor wasn’t really interested in girls at all, let alone his ‘girlfriend’, and was known to have a relationship with one of the male actors. Also, this ‘girlfriend’ had slept with all the men on the cast and boasted about it. She would always. “No, like Taylor Kitsch in John Carter,” she described this movie from 2012. It was a total flop. I remembered it. It was about the Warlords of Mars but the lead was this hunky, long haired, muscular dreamboat. “If he chose to serve me as my thrall and I was his Queen!” she cooed and squeaked. It made me super jealous.“What about me?” I asked. I knew I wasn’t as hot as that guy but I was here now and I was her master. Why wasn’t she cooing and squeaking for me?“Well, you would be MY Master,. Her lip started bleeding as another cock was shoved in, this time she made no move to bite.Her cunt was roughly used, one man would cum, and another would shove into her even harder than before. Her knees were shaking, blood had begun to well up around her, her chin dripped with it, her tits were starting to turn colors from the mauling they were receiving, and her hands were splattered with cum. Whatever make up she had on was streaking down her face along with tears, her slobber mixing with.