I took my chance and tried to lick her pussy but she growled at me and then asked him to fuck her again. He spread her legs and he stuck his cock in h...r. This time I tried another approach and tried to see if she would suck my cock but again nothing and I could tell I was affecting the atmosphere and that I wasn’t wanted. I went into the spare room but as I left I heard her whisper something to him which to this day I still haven’t found out.It wasn’t long after I left that they started up. My suspicion came true when Paarti came to me and said that she will walk back home with her friends. I wanted to ask the reason for it. But then in a hurry, she ran away. This bothered me.This is why even after school time was over, I was looking for her in all the classrooms. “That guy Jack is trouble. I need to find them before something bad happens.” I said to myself.‘Jack’ is not his actual name. It’s some Indian name. But he insists everyone calls him Jack because that is what he wants to. 'Hannah' stood in front of me, her blonde hair down to her shoulders (a wig). Her mouth was a red gash, with the tip of an equally red tongue peeking out from between her lips. She wore a red skirt that covered only the tops of her thighs and strained across her hips. Her long legs (have I told you what great legs Pippa has? well she does) were encased in dark shiny stockings and her feet in red high heeled shoes, with straps high up around her slender ankles. Her blouse was white; the top. Otherwise my belly would have been scratched and bloodied.I felt a lick against my face. It was Dagon. Then his tongue was against my lips and I opened my mouth and I impulsively pushed my tongue out to meet his.My goodness. I was French kissing a dog! Our tongues slurped together and I wished I could cuddle his face to mine but my elbows and arms were supporting the weight on my back.Then Dagon moved away but then pressed his side against me and peering under him I could see the pencil of his.