Black stumped shoes. Dark khaki pants. And a tie color to signify what my soul has turned to, Black.I usually either hanged around my small cubicle, o... the break room. How about the break room hm? A small popcorn walled awful excuse for a make-shift kitchen is what it is.No trust here in 12-F, all either liars, thieves, cheats, or some combination of all I mentioned.Jake hits on Tanya every day. Ellen bitches about Kraig, and the “manager”, if you could call him that, just sits back like we’re. “Of course not. That’s okay. In a lot of ways, it will be better then this way.” She smiled to herself and reached for my boy cock. It was hard and long enough to be proud of in my mind, even if a little skinny still. Grammy did not seem to mind as she slid her bottom to me to the point that my thighs were almost resting against her bottomShe took hold of my cock while smiling at me and said, “Lean over the top of Grammy. I am going to teach you how to fuck like a man tonight!” I did as she. The day after my guards are introduced to the school, I take my lunch over to the cheerleaders’ table. Instantly the jocks scowl. Some of the cheerleaders look concerned. The rest are blissfully ignorant of what their male friends do and have no idea why I would come to their table, so they look at me quizzically.I ask, “Christy, you’re the head cheerleader, right?”“Ya, what’s up?”“My companies are in need of some models. To start with, it will just be for advertisements. This summer, we are. It was a deep, hard swallow, as she opened her mouth once more to prove it had all gone."Mmm, that tasted so nice!" she informed me.Amy returned to licking my cock, catching the small drops that was just leaking from the slit."Fuck, that was wonderful. Thank you, Amy!" I told her.Amy looked up, as I clasped my hands upon her cheeks and pulled her to me. I kissed her lips to show my appreciation of what she'd done. I could taste a little of my cum, but didn't care. Holding her in my arms, I.