She slumped in her seat, knocked unconscious. Mr. Sanders smiled evilly. Yes, he would have fun with this girl before she left his classroom.While Ash...eigh lay on the desk unconscious, Mr. Sanders got to work. He first shut and locked his classroom’s door, and then pulled down the shade. He wasn’t worried about anyone hearing him – most of the teachers and students had left for the day already, and the school was built so the science classrooms had their own wing. Mr. Sanders knew that none of. He begins to quickly pump in and out of me, releasing my neck to breath against my ear. His warm breath on my fur while he is pounding into me is more than I can take. I moan loudly and drop my chest and front legs to the floor as I raise my hips to him, allowing him to thrust deeper. He groans and speaks into my thoughts change your mind? You seem almost horny now. He laughs and I moan my reply. I press my hips back and grind to meet his thrusts. Every powerful move of his hips is pushing me. If it was ten years or so ago I would have simply got a gun and shot them all but things were different now. I had a family and I didn't want to be in a cell for the rest of my life. I couldn't live without my girls and Molly.I had to destroy The Beasley's leaving them penniless, fighting each other and out of town forever hopefully in handcuffs. Problem was I had no idea how I was going to do it. A scandal would be best but I needed proof and evidence. Should I have kept David Fitzsimmons. ” It was the first time any sister had brought something out for me to eat or drink. I’d worked up a pretty good sweat. With my shirt off however it would have been considered improper for any of the nuns to approach me. She was carrying a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses. Walking over to the large old cherry tree she set the tray on the ground, picked up a glass in one hand, the pitcher in the other and poured a glass for me.“Thanks Mary Cecile,” I said as I took her offering,.