Believe it or not, there's even a dress code! No tube tops, no hot pants, no hats. They stopped short of the jacket and neck tie, at least. Now I was ...bout to find out it was all or nothing!She's wasn't bad looking, Miss Mitchell, kind of skinny, on the tall side. You couldn't tell a lot about her figure, 'cause she usually wore a suit. You know, a skirt that came below her knees, a white blouse with a sort of fluffy bow tie and a jacket like a blazer. She wore her hair short and it had a touch. And started to enter my ass. I don’t like the way it’s so painful then pussy. He said,” relax Ramya “. He rubbed some lotion on my asshole. And tried again. By the time I was interested in this. I gave my full support. I went little smoothly. I felt different this time. It felt somewhat good. He started to move.It was so much good than before. I started to like it. I started pushing myself back to him so he can go deep. He slapped my ass hard. I moaned ahhhhh. I slapped again. He started to rub. His pants are gathered at his ankles around his shoes. His shirt lays tosses aside on the floor. He wipes his nose with the back of his hand and pulls it away covered with blood from his nose. He looks down and sees that his blood has dripped onto his chest. It isn’t the first time, and it probably won’t be the last. The boy manages to kneel up and sit back on his heels. His chest is still heaving and he cannot stop crying, even though his mouth is new free of his father’s cock.His father’s. It was time for class.Larisa had a great deal of catching up to do here. Her education had never been very good, but there was the promise of remedying this fact fairly quickly. Math was first, followed by Physics, Chemistry, English, and finally History. Larisa wasn't too badly off here. He had always had an interest in history, and it was here that he had done much of his reading. But, while he wasn't behind, he wasn't ahead either. The lecture was very interesting. One could even say it was.