I couldn’t have a bad grade which would mess up my grade point average. Mr. Shadow's wouldn’t know what hit him. I planned on getting my way and g...tting good grades. Sometimes, a girl has to be a slut to get what she wants. The day of my meeting, I wore a denim mini-skit with a tight, low cut shirt. I wore a white thong and my sandals. I planned on seducing Mr. Shadow's and convincing him to give me a good grade. I'll go over all the details that happened that day. ~~~ School had ended and I. ..well, I'll be damned they've finally gone and done it then...well, good for Cyn; she deserves it...by the way, have you seen the first rushes yet?" and so it goes, the small-talk people make, even at funerals, the chitchat they generate clustered around sickbeds, and deathbeds, the pointless albeit essential buzz they doubtless made on the walk back from the crematoriums in the concentration camps, the firing-squads, the death marches, too... Tears have meanwhile dried in my thickly-applied. Eventually Annabel started to moan as her ass got used to my cock and I started to push a bit harder. I dribbled some more spit on my cock to help the lubrication and I pushed another inch in easing off, pulling back then pushing in deeper. Each time going deeper "Come on Annabel take my cock ....you know you want it" I said as I jabbed my hips forward with more force as I could feel the spunk rising in my balls. I didn't want to cum yet so I had to quicken the pace. Pushing harder still I saw. "Ow! You don't have to tie me so tight do you!?" I said feeling thetightness in my wrists as I struggled. "I thought you liked nylon stockings?!" And added, "Well, we don't wantyou getting away now do we sweetie?"She giggled as she went to the chair near the dresser and picked up mytrousers then took out my wallet. She rummaged around and found onesingle twenty dollar bill, money for a couple drinks and a couple burgersafter this nights session."You bastard! You promised me the whole three.