Wrong, Wrong, WRONG!I started getting bad vibes as soon as I hit the student counter at the office when everyone seemed too busy to look at me. A somb...r Coach Boyette was waiting for me and led me to his office. He opened the door and ushered me in but didn't enter himself. My dad was there, so were Katrina and Father O'Donovan; Katrina was sitting in one of the chairs facing away from me gazing out the window. Father O'Donovan put his hand gently on my shoulder."Johnny there has been an. . I wasn’t thinking.” She shrugged her shoulders and bowed her head. I looked down at her legs as she did since much wasn’t left to the imagination anyway. Her white, denim shorts were all that covered her lower area, but the top was more modest at least – A pink armhole vest.“By right, I should have you charged with trespassing. You do know that?” I raised my eyebrows and took another sip.“Please, Mr Miller, please don’t do that.” Steffi clasped her hands together as if in prayer and scrambled. The erotic feeling of rubbing the teenager's breasts had nothing on this. "What the fuck!" I whispered."I'm cleaning you up. I'm guessing you like it." Samantha giggled as she noticed my rising cock. She had to move to the side and tilt her neck to avoid it in order to finish cleaning me off. I reached down to the girl's long blond hair and held it out of the way so I could get an unobstructed view of what she was doing to me. Similar to the way I continued to rub her nipples, Samantha. She belonged to me. I'd done this countless times before, and it always happened the same way. I would ask her what she wanted, and she would say something generic, like, "I want you." I would tell her to me more specific as I continued to tease her. She would say something like, "I want your tongue," and I would again tell her to be more specific. This would go on, back and forth, until I got an answer that satisfied me, and then I would satisfy her. This, or I would grow tired of asking, and.