I want you to drool all over your cock baby. Not spit, I mean drool. Save up a nice big load of spit in your mouth, and open it. Let it fall off your ...ongue and drip onto your cock; let it run down your chin and fall onto your pathetic dick. Drip, drip, slut. Get it nice and wet for me. Once you have sufficiently coated your cock with saliva, you may continue. That's right, whore, I'm going to let you touch your cock now. But only with one finger. You may attempt to pleasure yourself however. At least she hoped what she was imagining was true. She wanted Bobby to care.“It’s fine,” she said. “I don’t mind. It’s kind of flattering, I suppose.”“I’ll speak to him and try to nip this in the bud,” said Jane.“Please don’t,” said Mindy. “I don’t want him to be embarrassed.”“Do you think it’s wise for you to continue tutoring him?” asked Jane. “He’s doing much better in math, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”“The idea that Bobby Pendleton might have a crush on me doesn’t bother me. "No problem," he said."It won't be if you have paid Mr Decaid," Miss Lloyd agreed as she stepped through the door after listening from the corridor once again."Ah well," he blustered, "I have it here," and he handed Miss Lloyd an extra thousand pounds in fifty pound notes."Kitty," Miss Lloyd advised, "Use the ball gag in case it hurts, oh and lots of lube." Yes Miss Lloyd," Kitty answered."You're not Kitty!" Ken Decaid protested."So, you paid to fuck me, I'm not stopping you," she answered and. "Can we call someone for you, looks like your in kinda rough shape," Cole was looking for a way out of here quickly, this is not the low profile he liked to keep."No, I think I'll be fine now," Michael said standing on shaky legs as he walked the men downstairs to the door."Glad everything is ok, sorry to bust in on you," Cole said as he turned and began walking across the street to his car.Michael watched him go, Sasha's words echoing in his ears, 'it's time to start living again, ' Michael.