Then I heard the encouragement of the people around her. “Fuck him good, girl.” “Don’t let him get away with it, have your way.” “Teach t...e fucker a lesson, even if he is the boss,” one girl giggled. Emma looked up at me, “Well, I knew Jerry would start something, he always does at these Christmas parties. That new girl is really something though, boy, is she going for him. I wish I knew who she was.” I looked at Emma, she was starting to strip her clothes off, unbuttoning her blouse very. Candy had long red hair and bright green eyes; plump, full lips that framed a perfect smile; large, firm tits that strained against the tight tops she always wore, which also showed off her flat midriff; an ass that was full, firm, and begged to be slapped; and long, smooth legs that went on forever, on display under her short skirt. Candy had quite a reputation and John had wanted to test it for a long time. As the other students began studying, Candy came and stood before John. Her hands were. "Just stop it!" she cried. "Can't you see what this is doing to her?" Marcus leaned forward. The smile left his face and her looked grim. "I'll stop it when you tell me where your father is bitch!" Don't you see, I don't know!" Lola replied angrily. "What difference does it make anyway?" He doesn't have any money and I'm the professional here."Marcus looked down at Lola's bruised and battered face and laughed. Well, in the first place bitch..." Suddenly Steve's fist came down and caught her. Buster knew he was buried too deep now to be ejected so easily. He pressed his paws deeper into the hips of his mate and continued his steady application of pressure to her pussy. The tension within Buster’s loins continued to build, and he could feel a wave from within begin to take shape. With a firm grasp of the young, deflowered female’s waist and a quick forward hip thrust, he felt the knot plop into place. He noticed the young master strain again and heard a faint muffled yell from within.