Art was ... not nice, in a fun way. Pushy, but also sneaky. Jessy was pushy too, but with zero sneak factor. With Art she could tell he was smart enou...h to trick her, but Matt counterbalanced his deviousness, made them enjoyable to be around. Being stuck in that tunnel for a whole night and then some had actually been sort of fun, when she forgot about the danger they were in.The apartment door opened, and Matt’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.“Madam Vola!”“Y-You ... you know to call me. Despite seeming really quite ancient to me, even at 16, I was aware that she was an attractive woman. She did however have a bit of a reputation. The boys often sniggered about her, and had given her the nickname 'Pat 'Bury Me in a Y shaped Coffin' Diamond'. There were unconfirmed rumours that she had fucked sixth-form boys in the past. It was fun joking about it but I certainly didn't really believe it. It was a Wednesday, just before Christmas, in the last period before lunch hour when Mrs. Love nibbled his ear and fondled his ass. Her mouth finally traveled to his mouth and she lapped at his hungry lips. As their mouths devoured each other’s, she slid the blindfold off Jon’s head and turned around. Her hands went back to his ass and pulled him toward her, forcing the chains to their limit. Jon looked down to see Mrs. Love’s beautiful ass inches from his throbbing cock. The purple lace bodice was a thong in back and split her incredible fat ass cheeks in two. She leaned back and. What were you saying?” Mary said. She pulled her hand away from her chest and felt her cheeks blush.“I asked if everything was okay with you and Jack. You haven’t mentioned him in over a week now.”Jack, Mary thought, it was all Jack’s fault. His and his stupid fetish. She forced a smile and looked back at the plate of donuts. “Jack’s fine. He’s away on business so I won’t be seeing him for a few more days.”“That’s too bad, but at least you have something to look forward to.” The woman said,.