" Then what did you mean"--"Stay--he left a letter for me." A letter?" Yes; read it." And the baroness took from her pocket a letter which she gave to...Debray. Debray paused a moment before reading, as if trying to guess its contents, or perhaps while making up his mind how to act, whatever it might contain. No doubt his ideas were arranged in a few minutes, for he began reading the letter which caused so much uneasiness in the heart of the baroness, and which ran as follows:--"Madame and most. You’re just a dirty little whore, a hole for me to use. What would your daddy say if he saw you like this? Your friends? Your teachers? You know that, when I’m done with you, I’m going to take pictures, don’t you? Hang them on my walls so everyone can see what a dirty little fuck doll you are. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Miss Spencer.”“Yes,” I whimpered, gasping as he thrust her cock deeper and deeper inside of my soaking wet hole, her pace quickening. I reminded myself, silently, not to. " We're both pretty close to the top of the class as it is, but why start now? What's your goal?" Look, most people don't start really thinking about final standings and college entrance until the end of junior year, or even the beginning of senior year. Junior year is kind of a party year, and then they end up needing their final marks in senior year to confirm their college entrance and how much of a scholarship they will get, if anything. A lot of them have to depend on some kind of athletic. No gay stuff ever.Beth's fingers ran through my hair, and latched on. She tugged me off of Michael's neck, dragging me to her lips. In a really convoluted way of thinking it was starting to all feel OK. Michael's cock had been in Beth's mouth. Beth's mouth had been on my mouth. My mouth had been on Michael's mouth. My fingers had been in Beth's cunt. Beth's mouth had been around my fingers. Now that I was kissing Beth again, her juices mixing with my saliva, to keep the connection going I had.