Needing to make sure he catches The Rat at home, he makes an early start."I always get the fucking dirty job" he mutters to himself as he shuffled thr...ugh the piles of bird shit and rotting maggot infested rat corpses.Working his way through the corridors of an old long abandoned building, he cannot help but imagine how grand and pompous the rooms would have looked in its heyday. The many rooms, with their high ceilings and huge picture windows still showed signs of the magnificent tapestries. It probably helped me get the gradesto go on to college and University, but I hated the lack of being ableto go by my own schedule.I looked at the sheet of paper in front of me. The title was "Year 9French - GBC P12." I had no idea what the letters at the end meant, butI noticed instantly the Year 9 bit, as well as the French bit.'Fuck, I never did French,' I thought. My school was split in to thirdsin languages, with one third doing French and the others doing Spanishor German.The Year 9 bit. When every inch of him is buried inside of me, I lean down and kiss him, moving my hips up and down. "You're so tight, Amy," he moans. "God, it feels good." Our fingers link together and I sit up, bouncing up and down his cock, loving how his cock hits my cervix each time. My moans of pleasure mixed in with his are the only noises that can be heard, apart from the slapping and slurping noise our skin and my pussy makes. Without me having to tell him, Jasper lets go of my hand and begins to. "I blushed and looked down at the menu, not believing the audacity of the guy, especially since you were sitting very closely next to me. You squeezed my thigh and I looked up at you. Amusement was in your eyes as you looked back at me. You ordered drinks for both of us. He left to get our drinks and you leaned over and kissed me, very softly but fully. My hand rested on your thigh and it slowly made its way up your leg as we continued to kiss. Bradley came back with our drinks and cleared his.