" Your salad and bread sticks are here. I want you to place a bread stick in your dipping hole and leave it there until I tell you to remove it." orde...ed Lisa.The horrified teacher picked up a bread stick and carefully reached under the table to push it into her pussy which was to her further embarrassment very wet, as it always seemed to be anymore."Be sure it doesn't fall out on the floor Mrs. C. Now eat your salad with your fingers. Pets don't use silverware." But... " But what Mrs. C. Be. Ich sah, dass er zwei weitere Gewichte in den H?nden hielt. Ohne Umschweife befestigte er sie an den Ringen.?Tut weh, gell. Ach, s??e Cheryl, deine Schreie sind Musik in meinen Ohren. Hast du Durst, m?chtest du etwas trinken??Meine Kehle war zu trocken um zu antworten, also nickte ich nur. Er ging weg und kam einige Minuten sp?ter mit einer Trinkflasche, wie sie die Fahrradfahrer benutzen, zur?ck. In der Flasche war ein Strohhalm. Gierig trank ich in langen Z?gen. Es schmeckte widerlich. Doch. It would have been more pleasant without the intrusive camera work but even with those lenses coming in for all of those close-ups it felt pretty damned good.We both came several times and it must have been obvious that we weren't faking it. When Nathan was satisfied that he had enough film he yelled, "Okay, knock it off. Get up and get dressed."I thought that meant that it was over. It was for Misha. My evening had just begun. I was ordered to put my clothes back on. I put my skirt and blouse. “Come on Kell! I’m not lying,” I plead with her but she ignores me, pushing me to the side of the stairs so she can pass. “Call it what you want but your hiding stuff from me and that’s not how I think friends should treat each other. I’m gunna stay at Mark’s tonight, call me when you realise how a true friend acts,” she says sternly before walking out the buildings entrance and out of my sight. Sitting down on the steps I hold my head and let my sorrow wash over me. How could I let this.