She opened her eyes and stared right into mine: they were on fire! There was a sneer on her face, and her nostrils flared. Hissing between clenched ...eeth the words spewed out:"Finger me! FINGER FUCK ME, you rotten old bastard! Fucking no good fucking MOTHER FUCKER is what the fuck you are! You're killing me! Make me cum…PLEASE make me cum, for fuck's sake! I fucking hate your fucking guts…I mean it!"Wow, I must say, I was quite impressed with her sentiments and sense of urgency…no to. The man behind you clenched his buttocks and I knew he was pumping more cum in to your wet cunt. The men moved and the guy sitting down was about to get up when I saw him thrust hard in your mouth and force your head down hard pumping cum straight in to your throat missing your mouth all together so it was running down your throat with no chance of you not swallowing. He pulled your mouth off and as you sucked him clean and caught your breath you remembered your training and thanked him.The guy. I had apparently gotten a reputation as a bit of a "tart" at school. Little did I know this reputation had also made its way into the teachers staff room as well.At college I made a new group of friends and we used a pub in the centre of town for socialising.One night in there we bumped into an old teacher of mine from high school.His name was Eric and he had been a teacher of mine in 6th form briefly. We met at the bar and chatted for a while, nothing heavy just general chit chat.Over the next. She parked me on a folding chair there and started to undress. I glanced around hurriedly, but we were a hundred and fifty feet from the shore at the end of this pier, facing the water, and in a secure marina. I suppose there were a few hundred places where someone with binoculars could have spied on us, but by the time I got to that stage of my reasoning, I was captured by Lissa’s beauty as she strode confidently out into the rain and hopped up on the cross-arm of the mast. Is that what they.